Ye Yi is a very realistic person.

After making sure that all the creatures in the Crystal Palace had entered her Hetuluo book space, she decided to leave here.

After all, staying in such an evil place for too long is not good for your health.

But—

"Who are you?"

Ye Yi turned his head and saw a resentful condensation with blood on his head.

"I ...... Who am I......"

The man said bitterly.

He looked no more than forty years old, but his face was distorted, and the muscles of his body were still as strong as they were when he was alive.

"I don't remember who I am, my brain is broken."

"If your brain is broken, you can still maintain consciousness and manipulate your body, which shows that you are a very powerful existence in your lifetime."

Ye Yi was blunt.

The man's smile was bitter.

"Thank you for recognizing my ......"

"I don't want to endorse you, but I know you didn't mean to."

Ye Yi smiled indifferently and prepared to leave.

The man chased after her and looked at her pitifully: "Please don't leave me, I need your help." ”

"You?"

Ye Yi was stunned: "Why do you have to look for me?" You have been trapped here for so many years, it is impossible to have no sense of the outside world at all, you should know that I will not help you, at least, in my original intention, I will not help you. ”

"But I need your help, help me......"

The man looked at Ye Yi pleadingly: "I need your help, I have always needed ......"

"I'm sorry, I ......"

Ye Yi deliberately refused.

But the man's pitiful eyes still touched her.

So she changed her mind and said, "Can you show me the token of your identity?" ”

“…… Why tokens? ”

"Because I don't even know who you are, how can I help you do things?"

Ye Yi's rhetorical question made the man's blood-covered face appear faintly confused, and then, he nodded and said, "I am willing to help you, please accept my help." ”

"That's pretty much it."

Ye Yi said calmly.

The man's expression was getting stranger and stranger, and of course, it could just be that there was too much blood on his head.

"I like you," he muttered, "I like you very much, I give you everything I have, but why would you do this to me...... Why ......"

“…… You can see that something terrible has happened to you, but I want to say that none of this has anything to do with me, I'm just a messenger. ”

Ye Yi reminded the man while urging, "Give me something that can prove your identity." ”

“…… I...... I ......"

The man swallowed for a long time, and finally took off a gold ring full of blood from his body.

Ye Yi took the ring and felt the majestic power of the king.

This kind of thing is rare anymore.

Since democracy replaced autocracy, the power of kings has hardly ceased to exist.

Even the few constitutional monarchies can no longer have the power of kingship that can only be condensed in the hereditary societies of the past.

"Who are you?"

Ye Yi asked subconsciously.

The man shook his head: "I don't remember anymore. ”

"Okay......"

Ye Yi had some doubts in her heart, but she didn't say it.

Thailand is a country full of lies and superstitions, and no one knows how many of their legends are true and how many are false.

Perhaps, the real belief is-

Fabricated.

At least, in this man's body, Ye Yi felt the pain.

A long pain that can't be dissipated.

"Who do you want me to bring this to?" Ye Yi asked, "Because I didn't expect to meet you here, I definitely didn't have any plans to meet your friend, in fact, I don't even know who you are......"

"You will surely see him, he has robbed me of all my glory and robbed me of my throne, and his children and grandchildren will surely still sit on that stolen throne, shamelessly enjoying the kingdom forged from my flesh and blood and that of my children!"

The man with half of his face covered in blood said almost cursedly.

Ye Yi then realized the identity of the man.

One of the most tragic and at the same time the most important men in Thai history!

Emperor Zheng Xin!

Born Chinese, but became the king of Thailand, becoming the most important national hero in Thai history, but died when he became famous, leaving behind the curse of the confusing ninth generation!

"You are Zheng Xin......"

"Zheng Xin? The name sounds familiar......"

The man said blankly.

He looks so tragic and so strong, even if he has nothing, he can still express himself in the little space left.

"Perhaps...... I should probably be Zheng Xin...... But I'm already dead...... I've been dead for a long time......"

"You also know you're dead......"

Ye Yi said sadly.

Zheng Xin's life was tragic.

He must have been full of hatred in his last moments, and the person he trusted ended up being the one who stabbed him in the back, and all his children were killed by that ruthless bastard!

His sister and mother survived, but lived in pain for the rest of their lives.

"If you could go back to where it started, would you-"

"I don't know."

Zheng Xin said blankly, obviously full of uncertainty about the past.

Ye Yi's mood was also depressed.

"I'll help you give your ring to the current King of Thailand, of course, what will be the final result-"

"Don't! Don't give the ring to the offspring of the betrayer! ”

Zheng Xin said stiffly: "I beg you to send the ring to the mountains of Chiang Mai, to a nameless grave, I love her, she is the most beautiful rose in my life......"

"Who is she?"

Ye Yi suddenly became interested.

But this can't blame her for being too gossipy, after all, the love story of Emperor Zheng Xin is not recorded in the history books.

She ...... I don't remember her name anymore...... But I remember her countenance, as beautiful as a rose, as fresh as the morning mist, she was my goddess, she came out of the mist, she loved me, but I was ...... I hurt her, and I lost the whole world......"

"Then your children ......"

Ye Yi remembered that Zheng Xin had many wives and concubines and had many children, although these children were killed by the usurper.

"My child...... I lost her, and I had to put my heart in the distant future, so I had those children who didn't need it, but I still loved her, and she was my only rose...... The most beautiful rose ...... in Chiang Mai"

The man's flesh-and-blood face showed a sweet smile, and it was conceivable how beautiful and pure the person he loved with his life must be in the past, so that a man covered in blood and who would curse the usurper until his death showed such a yearning smile like his first love.

"It's a pity...... Pity...... Forget it, after all this time, she should have even disappeared from the cemetery...... But I ...... I ......"

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