"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.,The eunuch hurriedly knelt down again, his face filled with grief as he said: "Reporting to the benevolent Empress Dowager, I have already summoned the imperial physicians. When I ran over, I didn't see the thief."。