"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.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!,These ministers, deeply favored by the state, do not consider how to repay their lord with utmost loyalty. They only know how to fawn over powerful officials and despise their ruler. Now, they even offer him a knife!。