"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.,“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.,"My son!" Empress Dowager Li, upon hearing this, became even more heartbroken. Tears streamed down her face as she tightly embraced Zhu Yijun, her tears falling onto the young emperor's body.。