The Han Kingdom.
Beichang State, the Three States Governor's Mansion.
Yang Wenwan, his hair white with age, was dressed in his finest robes, hosting a banquet for an emissary from the Capital City.
The musicians swayed their heads as they played, and the dancing girls were drenched in fragrant sweat.
At the banquet, cups were raised and wine flowed freely. The host and guests were all in high spirits.
Just as the wine was warming their spirits, Yang Wenwan's face suddenly darkened. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of foul-smelling blood.
He looked around in a daze at Mr. Si and his personal guards, who were also coughing up blood. He saw the emissary from the Capital City drop his disguise, baring his fangs and killing everyone in sight.
