“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.,The Edict of Self-Blame wasn't written by the emperor, which is also quite common.,Empress Li's cries gradually subsided, only twitching occasionally. Her sorrow reached its peak, unable to cry out, only sobbing continuously, mourning silently.。