"How is my son" a noblewoman asked, rushing in from outside. Behind her stood two rows of palace maids, standing silently, each holding a palace lamp and motionless, not daring to lift their heads.,At this time, Zhu Yijun held his head and looked at Feng Bao, who was extremely subservient. His eyes narrowed slightly. This was a sycophant who was arrogant in front and submissive behind.,But the problem is, a ten-year-old child suddenly faced such drastic changes. The heavily guarded palace had assassins break into the emperor's bedroom to assassinate him. As the young emperor who was assassinated, his pulse being so steady is the biggest problem.。