I am ten years old.
A book boy for ten years.
A scholar who has been the top scholar for ten years.
But my husband finally got through being a county magistrate in a small place for three years. When he rushed to Kyoto to appoint the management of the library, he encountered a famine in the area, contracted the disease, and died.
So for the sake of my future, I gritted my teeth and decided to go to Kyoto for an appointment in my husband's place. I think your husband will be deeply pleased in heaven.
But maybe God couldn't bear to see me being so comfortable and mean. In Kyoto, I met my ultimate enemy, a military commander with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.
(PS: This article is HE, no time travel.)