Li Wangyu stood with a slight toothache in the bathhouse paved with blue stones, watching a young maid of twelve or thirteen years old struggling to move a large wooden tub filled with hot water and pouring it into the bathing tub.,"I dare not." The little maid began to prepare to cry again, but this time Li Wanguo didn't take the bait. He directly pushed her out of the bathhouse and shut the wooden door.,Li Wangyou's soul traveled through a thousand years and possessed a sixteen-year-old boy named Li Wangyou in the Tang Dynasty who had just passed away.。