Within Marquis Anling's Residence in Luoyi, Marquis Anling Ji Jia, who had been ordered to stay home and reflect on his mistakes, was drinking and frolicking with several beautiful concubines.
Under the manipulation of his father, Prince Li, and after no small exchange of benefits, Ji Jia's blood sacrifice of a million commoners had been turned into a malicious slander against the Great Zhou Imperial Clan by the Devil Race. In the end, he had merely been reprimanded by the Great Zhou Holy Son of Heaven and punished with half a year of house confinement.
But to Marquis Anling, house confinement merely meant fixing the place where he sought pleasure within his own residence.
With a single command from him, his lackeys could deliver anything he wanted into the residence, whether delicacies and fine wine or beauties and fair ladies.
Even the beauties serving his bed each day were never the same.
Yet even so, Marquis Anling Ji Jia would occasionally fly into a rage, hating to the bone the fellow who had ruined his reputation and caused him to be confined at home.
Suddenly, the air in the hall rippled. An old man abruptly appeared in the hall, interrupting Marquis Anling Ji Jia's revelry.
Ji Jia, already rather displeased, was about to flare up, but once he saw who it was, he forcibly suppressed his anger. "Elder Zuo, what happened today to alarm even you?"
This Elder Zuo was a retainer his father, Prince Li, had arranged at his side specifically to protect him. Though he obeyed Ji Jia's commands, Marquis Anling generally did not wish to offend him.
"Marquis, something major may be about to happen in Luoyi!" Elder Zuo said gravely.
"Something major? This is Luoyi. Could the sky possibly fall?" Ji Jia chuckled. Frankly, in his