"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.,As for Feng, he's like a fox pretending to be powerful by using the emperor's authority. That's understandable since he can get away with it. But what does it mean to set a trap for the little emperor,Once upon a time, Feng Dabian, sent a palace maid to the bed of the young emperor in the middle of the night. The next day when the young emperor woke up, he immediately sensed something was wrong. The Empress Dowager Li, who lived in Qianyuan Palace with him, knew about it right away and punished the palace maid severely. The young emperor was brought before the spirit tablet of his deceased father. The Empress Dowager knelt on the ground and cried, and the young emperor also knelt on the ground and cried.。