Jiang Heng stayed in the ancestral hall until dark. After eating a lonely meal of tangyuan, he returned to his second-floor bedroom, opened a bottle of wine, and drank in silence.
Cup after cup, he drank until the bottle was empty and he was drunk. It was the middle of the night when the frantic pounding at the door woke him. Jiang Heng raised a hand, rubbing his aching head with irritation.
"What is it, at this hour?"
Chapter 105