The crash of cymbals and gongs welcomed a middle-aged man in golden robes as he entered the grand hall with his entourage of servants. His face was ruddy, and he moved like an elegant noble.0

He was the master of this estate, Huang Si. As a sign of respect, all the guests stood as he entered—all except for Han Wu. He was munching on the roasted chicken leg with glee. Huang Si smiled indulgently at him, as if generously willing to tolerate his behavior.3

Sitting at his seat, Huang Si raised his cup high to toast the guests. “Everyone, I am officially marrying my eighteenth wife on this auspicious day. I...0