“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.,In the span of just ten years, these kinds of things have happened at least three times.,Li Taizhi was immersed in grief, listening to Zhu Yijun speak like this, she finally stopped sobbing and asked in confusion, "Where did you get that from Why would mother blame her son"。