He slowly stood up, looking around. Above him were intricately carved beams and painted pillars, beneath his feet lay a floor of golden bricks. Behind a screen depicting five-clawed golden dragons was a long writing desk. On either side of the desk were two crane-shaped palace lamps, their flickering light casting swirling smoke. The cold air of late autumn, scented with sandalwood, blew across his nose.,Zhu Yijun was held in the Empress Dowager's arms, and whispered, "Mother, I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly smelled a foul odor. When I opened my eyes, I saw a burly man in black robes standing by my bed, holding a dagger and stabbing at me.",“Feng Da Bian, when I was assassinated, where were you” Zhu Yijun suddenly spoke as Li Tai-hou was lost in grief.。