"Ouch, that hurts." Zhu Yijun rubbed his forehead, as if he had bumped into something. He paused his rubbing, staring blankly at his delicate hands, unable to believe it. They were completely the hands of a child.,"Your Majesty, are you alright!" The eunuch kneeling on the ground hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to support Zhu Yijun's swaying body.,Every mother in the world hopes her son will become a dragon, and Empress Dowager Li is no exception. Especially after Emperor Longqing passed away, leaving such a vast empire in the hands of a ten-year-old boy, Empress Dowager Li, as the primary educator of the young emperor, insisted on strict discipline. Zhu Yijun understood this.。