“How is my son” The noblewoman ignored the eunuch’s greeting completely, rushing to Zhu Yijun’s side. She trembled as she reached out and took hold of the ten-year-old child's hand, gently opening the wound.,Zhu Yijun looked with trepidation at the overturned furniture lying unattended on the ground and said in a slightly frightened tone: "My child, I have knocked over the furniture in the palace. Please forgive my lack of decorum.",“Feng Da Bian, when I was assassinated, where were you” Zhu Yijun suddenly spoke as Li Tai-hou was lost in grief.。