The torrent of information in Zhu Yijun's mind finally ceased its influx. The images before him stopped flickering, and he understood the situation.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!,The atmosphere had reached its peak. Emperor Zhu Yi, with great effort, squeezed out a few tears and comforted her: "My son is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. My son is not afraid, nor does he need his mother to fight desperately. When my son grows up, I will fight them myself. Mother, please don't cry. If you cry again, your son will cry too."。