This eunuch, hearing the commotion, rushed to Qianyuan Palace at top speed, panting and struggling to catch his breath. In the cold winter air, two plumes of vapor escaped from his nostrils.,“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 was held in the Empress Dowager's arms, and whispered, "Mother, I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly smelled a foul odor. When I opened my eyes, I saw a burly man in black robes standing by my bed, holding a dagger and stabbing at me."。