"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.,But the problem is, a ten-year-old child suddenly faced such drastic changes. The heavily guarded palace had assassins break into the emperor's bedroom to assassinate him. As the young emperor who was assassinated, his pulse being so steady is the biggest problem.,Empress Li's cries gradually subsided, only twitching occasionally. Her sorrow reached its peak, unable to cry out, only sobbing continuously, mourning silently.。