"Returning to master, I helped you bathe." The young maidservant Meilan blushed, her small face flushed. It was unclear if it was from the heat of working or something else entirely.,Fumbling to shed his robes, shivering in the cold bath, Li Wangyou sank into the hot water filled with the scent of lavender. He couldn't help but exclaim, "This is so damn comfortable.",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.。