The commotion outside his room woke Zhu Yijun, who was drowsy. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a large bed with three-sided screen walls around it. The sandalwood bed frame was dark with a purple tinge, appearing ancient and profound, emitting an elegant sheen. In the candlelight, one could discern carvings of several five-clawed golden dragons.,Feng Bao shouldn't be an eunuch, he should be an actor.,Zhu Yijun was playing to his greatest advantage; at only ten years old, he could feign innocence.。