My wife, Wei Gui, was 1.9 meters tall and fought against the Tang dynasty for the throne.

In the seventh year of the Daye era, on the Shangsi Festival, a gathering was held on the Luo River.
Li Ju, an illegitimate son of the Li family of Longxi, was driven to the shore by his father and was only fit to marry the legitimate daughter of a second-rate family.
He smiled.
He was a time traveler who knew that the campaign against Liao would fail next year, that Yang Xuangan would rebel the year after, and that after that—the world would descend into chaos, with heroes vying for power.
Marrying a second-rate legitimate daughter now? Wouldn't that be tying myself down?
He casually wrote a poem that contained hidden murderous intent, intending to make everyone hate him so that he could avoid this marriage.
Unexpectedly, the poem drifted down the Luo River and landed in front of a painted boat.
On the painted boat, Wei Gui, the eldest daughter of the Wei family of Jingzhao, picked up the crumpled paper.
She was fourteen years old, tall and slender, with fair skin and delicate features. Historical records say she was Consort Wei, whom Li Shimin could never forget.
At this moment, however, she was merely a curious young girl drawn to the murderous aura in the poem.
Across the night, across the water, she said, "I've read your poem three times."
He said, "Some things I only say to those who can understand them."
From that night on, everything changed.
He married Wei Gui and embarked on a path no one had ever imagined—accumulating power, recruiting talents, and laying the groundwork for conquering the world.
When the Sui dynasty lost its rule and various warlords rose up, he wanted everyone to know:
Even a son of a concubine can aspire to the throne.