"Ouch, that hurts." Zhu Yijun rubbed his forehead, as if he had bumped into something. He paused his rubbing, staring blankly at his delicate hands, unable to believe it. They were completely the hands of a child.,Having transmigrated into the highest emperor of the Ming Dynasty, at just ten years old, he transmigrated to January 19th of the Wanli year.,Zhu Yijun looked with trepidation at the overturned furniture lying unattended on the ground and said in a slightly frightened tone: "My child, I have knocked over the furniture in the palace. Please forgive my lack of decorum."。