"How is my son" a noblewoman asked, rushing in from outside. Behind her stood two rows of palace maids, standing silently, each holding a palace lamp and motionless, not daring to lift their heads.,Empress Li's cries gradually subsided, only twitching occasionally. Her sorrow reached its peak, unable to cry out, only sobbing continuously, mourning silently.,“Feng Da Bian, when I was assassinated, where were you” Zhu Yijun suddenly spoke as Li Tai-hou was lost in grief.。