"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.,Zhu Yijun, however, reached out and brushed away the eunuch's hand, holding onto the armrest of the armchair and slowly sat down. He said, "I am fine, just bumped my head.",The torrent of information in Zhu Yijun's mind finally ceased its influx. The images before him stopped flickering, and he understood the situation.。