The air was crisp and cool as the sun began to set over the century-old Jiang family villa. Set on the outskirts of Kyoto, the estate stood like a monument to power, wealth, and legacy. Its towering stone walls, framed by immaculately groomed gardens, gave way to the sprawling main villa where generations of the Jiang family had lived and ruled. Tonight, the estate was alive with activity, for this was the night of Master Jiang Zhiming's 70th birthday banquet—a night the whole of high society had been eagerly anticipating.
Outside the villa, an endless stream of luxury cars rolled up the grand driveway, their sleek exteriors gleaming under the soft glow of antique lanterns that lined the path. Chauffeurs opened doors for the elite guests, each one dressed in gowns and tuxedos that whispered of status and old money. The air buzzed with excitement and quiet whispers as people gathered outside, taking in the breathtaking sight of the villa before making their entrance.