During the reign of Emperor Taizong, in the second year of Zhenguan, February.,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.","You dirty scoundrel! You, you rascal!" Su Changqing's tears were welling up. "Get out! Get out now!"。