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The commotion outside his room woke Zhu Yijun, who was drowsy. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a large bed with three-sided screen walls around it. The sandalwood bed frame was dark with a purple tinge, appearing ancient and profound, emitting an elegant sheen. In the candlelight, one could discern carvings of several five-clawed golden dragons.,In fact, it's very simple. The little emperor was held in his grip, and Empress Dowager Li could be fooled by him. Who else in the palace would dare to defy Feng Dabian,“Feng Da Bian, when I was assassinated, where were you” Zhu Yijun suddenly spoke as Li Tai-hou was lost in grief.。