He was a coward when he was emperor, and he became a coward after he died.
At this moment, Xie Zhan, after being released, saw such a high-tech room for the first time. His gaze fell on the black-screen LCD TV in front of him, and he pointed at the TV and asked, "What is this?"
Wen Li was quite good-natured; she turned on the TV and showed the great ghost, who had been wandering around Mangbei Mountain for over a thousand years, the high technology of modern times.
"This, this..." Xie Zhan's eyes widened as he looked left and right, finally unable to hold back his question: "How did they manage to put a person inside such a thin box?"
Wen Li did not answer.
Xie Zhan was still exploring the various things in the room.
After walking around until he was tired, Xie Zhan lay down on the bed, but the blankets did not collapse at all.
Xie Zhan looked at the white ceiling and chandelier and sighed, "I also want my beloved concubine to experience these novelties."
Wen Li walked to the bedside and said, "Xie Zhan, I have something to tell you."
Xie Zhan lay on the bed, legs crossed, completely unconcerned: "Speak, I'm listening."
Wen Li sat in the office chair next to her: "You'll be coming with me to start work tomorrow. You're from Dayong, and we know nothing about Dayong. With you here, our archaeological research will be much more efficient."
"I won't go." Xie Zhan turned over without hesitation and refused, "I've hardly ever left the palace in my life. All those officials know that I'm a puppet emperor. I know nothing."
Xie Zhan's tone was hard to describe; he seemed indifferent, but one could still vaguely sense the disappointment in his voice.
Wen Li gazed at Xie Zhan's soul for a long time.
Suddenly he said, "Xie Zhan, I know you don't want to sit on this throne. Even if you want to learn how to be an emperor, no one is willing to trust you."
Xie Zhan's soul froze. His beautiful eyes, with their long eyelashes, remained motionless after hearing this, but there was a clear sense of loneliness in them.
“You don’t know the suffering of the people, and the people don’t know the helplessness you feel as the emperor.” Wen Li changed the subject: “But at least you like the concubine you mentioned, and I can tell you like her very much.”
Xie Zhan kept calling her "my beloved concubine," and Wen Li was tired of hearing it.
"Even if you don't want to know why the Great Yong Dynasty disappeared into the annals of history, don't you want to know why the beloved concubine you speak of didn't die?"
Xie Zhan suddenly floated up from the bed and instantly appeared beside Wen Li, exuding ghostly aura: "You, what did you say?"
"The concubine you mentioned is not dead. On the contrary, she lived to be ninety years old."
"There is also the skeleton of a woman in your coffin. I guess that the skeleton was buried next to you after she died."
"Xie Zhan, even now, don't you want to know what happened after you died?"
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