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.,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.,He craned his neck again, stiffly, toward the person standing in the tub.。