Li Wangyu was startled by Pei Lan's words, her fingers stiffening before she could reply for a long time. "No need," she finally managed to say, "just go out. I'll wash myself.",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.。