“How is my son” The noblewoman ignored the eunuch’s greeting completely, rushing to Zhu Yijun’s side. She trembled as she reached out and took hold of the ten-year-old child's hand, gently opening the wound.,Zhu Yijun looked with trepidation at the overturned furniture lying unattended on the ground and said in a slightly frightened tone: "My child, I have knocked over the furniture in the palace. Please forgive my lack of decorum.",Empress Li's cries gradually subsided, only twitching occasionally. Her sorrow reached its peak, unable to cry out, only sobbing continuously, mourning silently.。