"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.,The ten-year-old emperor walked on eggshells, suspected by the ministers of being too young to rule. Unable to govern personally, he had little to do with the affairs of state.。