Seated in the main chair at the elaborately decorated long table, Emperor Vaser Moldia leaned languidly on his cheek. In the banquet hall of the detached palace bathed in the light of the setting sun, as crimson shadows and candlelight intertwined, only the crimson eyes of the emperor held a cold, piercing gaze. At the lavish dinner party, the four concubines vied to win the emperor’s favor, their alluring voices rising one after another.