The little emperor Wanli could endure it, but Zhu Yijun absolutely couldn't.,Zhu Yijun was playing to his greatest advantage; at only ten years old, he could feign innocence.,The atmosphere had reached its peak. Emperor Zhu Yi, with great effort, squeezed out a few tears and comforted her: "My son is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. My son is not afraid, nor does he need his mother to fight desperately. When my son grows up, I will fight them myself. Mother, please don't cry. If you cry again, your son will cry too."。