"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.,“Thank you, imperial physician.” Empress Dowager Li gestured for a palace maid to bring out a silver ingot to reward the physician. Looking at the swelling on her child's forehead, she was overcome with grief. She pulled Zhu Yijun close and said in a voice choked with tears, “My poor child, let your mother see your wound.”,"The child suddenly sprang up to dodge, knocking over tables and chairs before hitting his head. The palace maids and eunuchs outside heard the commotion and rushed in. Before the child fainted, he only saw the assassin jump out of the window and flee. When he woke up, Feng Daban was there."。