"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! The servant is late to save you. Are you unharmed, Your Majesty" A man with a clean-shaven face, dressed in a large crimson eunuch's robe, rushed into the hall.,The torrent of information in Zhu Yijun's mind finally ceased its influx. The images before him stopped flickering, and he understood the situation.,As for Feng, he's like a fox pretending to be powerful by using the emperor's authority. That's understandable since he can get away with it. But what does it mean to set a trap for the little emperor。