"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.,In fact, it's very simple. The little emperor was held in his grip, and Empress Dowager Li could be fooled by him. Who else in the palace would dare to defy Feng Dabian,The imperial physician hesitated for a moment, then finally remained silent. The pulse was indeed steady, and Your Majesty's body was healthy. As for the wound on Your Majesty's forehead, if it is checked later, it will heal soon.。