"Your Majesty, are you alright!" The eunuch kneeling on the ground hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to support Zhu Yijun's swaying body.,The torrent of information in Zhu Yijun's mind finally ceased its influx. The images before him stopped flickering, and he understood the situation.,The Edict of Self-Blame wasn't written by the emperor, which is also quite common.。