"Ouch, that hurts." Zhu Yijun rubbed his forehead, as if he had bumped into something. He paused his rubbing, staring blankly at his delicate hands, unable to believe it. They were completely the hands of a child.,"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! The servant is late to save you. Are you unharmed, Your Majesty" A man with a clean-shaven face, dressed in a large crimson eunuch's robe, rushed into the hall.,Empress Dowager Li paced back and forth anxiously, her steps a little hurried. Such a major event had occurred in the palace, leaving her momentarily flustered. Most importantly, her son had escaped this time, but could he escape the next。