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A short while later, the woman dressed in ancient costume hurried back. Upon entering the room, she said, "Xi-ge'er, the water has been brought." She then moved to the bedside and handed the man a smooth, round object with exquisitely engraved patterns on the back. The man took the object with a puzzled expression, examining it repeatedly, muttering, "Ah, a bronze mirror? What's the point of looking in it? It's all blurry..."

Upon seeing this, the woman in ancient costume quickly interjected, "Brother Xi, Zhaozi! How could you not know how to use 'ou'?" Her words revealed a hint of surprise.

The man didn't offer much explanation, only casually replying, "Where is this? What dynasty is this? Uh... what year?" He thought to himself, "This woman is really long-winded."

The woman in ancient costume looked worried as she stared intently at the man and asked with concern, "Xi-ge'er, could it be that the recent hot weather has made you dizzy and you've even forgotten these things?"

The man went along with it, replying, "Hmm... I have indeed forgotten some things. Tell me, and I'll try to remember!" Inwardly, he thought to himself, "This woman is really talking nonsense."

"This is Yangzhou City. It is currently the second year of the Zhihe era, the year of the Goat (1055 AD)," the woman in ancient costume replied softly.

"What the heck? Zhihe... what era is this history lesson about...? Who is the current emperor?" the man pressed.

“Oh…you are referring to the ‘Your Majesty,’ which is none other than Emperor Renzong Zhao Zhen.” The woman in ancient costume tensed up and quickly replied.

Upon hearing this, the man's face showed astonishment, and he immediately blurted out, "Holy crap... then who am I? The person from Yangzhou?"

Upon hearing this, the woman in ancient costume burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, "Waaah... Xi-ge'er... how could you forget who you are! If the old master knew that I hadn't taken good care of you, he would surely punish me. Waaah~"

Faced with this scene, the man was speechless. He thought to himself, "What's going on? Get to the point, stop crying... This is ridiculous!" Helpless, he could only anxiously say, "Alright, stop crying! I'm fine now. Just tell me what's wrong! If that so-called old man blames you, I'll take responsibility for you. Don't worry so much. Hurry up and tell me, stop dawdling!"

The woman in ancient costume gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said softly, "Oh... alright, Xi-ge'er. Your surname is Jin, your given name is Chuan, and your courtesy name is Xi. You are now twelve years old! You are the eldest grandson of the third generation of our Jin family! Your mother passed away not long after giving birth to you; your father tragically died in a flash flood on his way to the capital, Tokyo, when you were only five years old. Now, in this vast Jin family, only you and your grandfather remain, relying on each other for survival." "Well. The old master was recently promoted from the position of Provincial Judge of Jiangxi to the position of Director of the Revenue Department. He set off for Tokyo to take up his post first. Before leaving, he specifically instructed you all to pack your things properly before heading to Tokyo. On the way, you insisted on visiting Yangzhou, my dear Xi. Just the day before yesterday, you insisted on going to the brothels in Yangzhou to listen to music, and ended up drinking a couple of cups of wine and getting drunk. You slipped and fell into the water… Since then, you've had a high fever and remained unconscious. Only today have you finally woken up."

“Oh… then my name is Jin Chuanxi,” the man muttered to himself, but in his heart he was thinking, “Why does this name sound so awkward! Jin Chuanxi… um… Jin Chuanxi, this name is really something else, I have to change it.”