"Your Majesty, are you alright!" The eunuch kneeling on the ground hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to support Zhu Yijun's swaying body.,“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.,In fact, it's very simple. The little emperor was held in his grip, and Empress Dowager Li could be fooled by him. Who else in the palace would dare to defy Feng Dabian。