The grand hall of the county government was brightly lit, with songs and dances prevailing.
This was originally a place for officials to work, usually not lavishly furnished, yet possessing a sense of authority. But now, the laughter and drum music had swept away its solemnity, with the person seated in the main seat laughing heartily and shouting—
"Drink, keep drinking, and the song and dance should continue!"
This person was Cha Ci.
He was about thirty years old, with his lower face almost completely covered by thick whiskers, revealing only his deep-set eyes and a flushed, bulbous nose from drinking. Presumably immersed in wine and lust, his eyes were bloodshot from alcohol, with dark circles beneath, embodying a person indulged excessively in pleasures, living in dissipation and dreams.
