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As a Great Khan of Tartar, even if he was captured, he would be locked in a single room.

On the one hand, it was because of his status, and on the other hand, it was to prevent him from roping in his old subordinates and doing any small tricks.

However, this time was a little special.

Ben Yashili was sent from one room to another by the soldiers of Da Ming.

"What is the Ming army doing?"

"Hmm? Why was there not even an oil lamp here?”

Ben Yashili came to a new environment. It was dark inside and he couldn't see anything.

He didn't reply to him.

At first, Ben Yashili didn't think much of it.

But not long after, Benyashili felt uncomfortable all over.

He yearned for light, for someone to talk to him.

"Is there anyone?"

"I want to see your Great Emperor."

"I'm the Great Khan of Mongolia. You can't treat me like this.”

"Is there anyone here? Answer me quickly!"

However, he was still met with silence.

After a while, he began to feel thirsty and hungry. He called for help, but no one answered him.

"I'm starving, I'm dying of thirst. Do you have anything to eat or drink?”

However, no one answered him.

In the beginning,

Ben Yashili was very certain that he would only die.

But now, he was panicking.

He was tired, sleepy, hungry, and thirsty. In the dark silence, he could have closed his eyes and slept, but there was a sense of anxiety that made him unable to sleep.

In a while, the sky will be bright, and I will be able to see light again. He thought so in his heart, but dawn did not come.

He waited and waited.

The surroundings were still pitch-black.

When he spoke, there was only an echo. No one responded.

He finally couldn't take it anymore and began to nag at her.

Three days.

This kind of life lasted for three days.

During these three days, Zhu Di would occasionally come outside his " hut " and listen to the sound of the gradual collapse inside.

Until…

Three days later.

When the man with disheveled hair, a dull, pale face, and thin cheeks saw the light, his entire body trembled.

Zhu Di couldn't believe that this was Benyashri, the Khan of Tartar.

How could there be such a drastic change in just three days?

"I-I-I…"

Ben Yashili knelt on the ground in excitement, kowtowing and talking. At first, his voice was trembling.

But gradually, he started to speak fluently.

"Benyashili is willing to submit to the emperor. Long live my emperor!”

Benyashili knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

He was no longer called Great Ming Emperor, he was directly called Emperor.

His title was no longer 'Mongol Khagan', but his real name was Ben Ya Shili.

Zhu Di looked at Ben Yashili, who was very pious and even extremely grateful in front of him. He could not help but think of Zhu Zhanhe's words.

"I guarantee that he will be more obedient than a dog."

Zhu Di shivered.

This small black room was really that powerful!

Or rather, Zhu Zhanhe was really that powerful!

Zhu Di observed for two more days just in case.

Two days later.

Zhu Di summoned Zhu Gaosui, the king of Zhao, Zhu Zhanji, the eldest grandson of the emperor, Zhu Zhanhe, the son of the king of Han, Chen Mao, the uncle of Ningyang, and other generals.

When they saw Zhu Di,

He also saw a person who was serving Zhu Di.

That humble and loyal appearance of his did not even give his best to serve his parents, no matter how filial he was.

This was nothing.

With Emperor Zhu Di's status, there were many people who wanted to curry favor with him.

However, the identity of that person made all the officials present gasp.

"He's Ben Yashili!"

"This is the Great Khan of Tartar!"

"What's going on? It's only been a few days…"

Almost everyone was shocked.

Many people suspected that they were still asleep and not awake. Otherwise, how could they have seen such a scene?

This was a Great Khan, how could he be so lowly?

Sure enough,

Hearing the discussions of the crowd,

Ben Yashili's expression turned serious.

"There are no Tartar Khans here!"

Ben Yashili said firmly.

That's more like it!

The ministers thought to themselves.

The title of Tartar was what the Ming Dynasty officials called them. They were clearly divided into three parts, and the transfer of power was ultimately not under Yuan Meng.

However, these Tatars still called themselves the Mongols.

Ben Yashili's next sentence was probably: "I'm the Khan of Mongolia."

The ministers thought with certainty.

Who knew,

"Here, there is only the emperor's slave, Benyashili.”

Benyashili said humbly and obediently.

"Hiss-"

"This…"

"What did the emperor do to make the great Tartar Khan so humble?”

This time, everyone could not sit still anymore.

What was a slave?

They were animals without their own independent personalities.

How could Ben Yashili describe him like this? This was crazy!

However, Ben Yashili did not show any signs of madness.

"Benyashili, you don't have to do this.”

Zhu Di advised. After all, the other party was a monarch.

Benyashili knelt on the ground respectfully,""No, emperor, serving the emperor, I am completely willing.”

Eh, Benjashri had Stockholm syndrome, right?

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