"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.,Every mother in the world hopes her son will become a dragon, and Empress Dowager Li is no exception. Especially after Emperor Longqing passed away, leaving such a vast empire in the hands of a ten-year-old boy, Empress Dowager Li, as the primary educator of the young emperor, insisted on strict discipline. Zhu Yijun understood this.,The imperial physician hurriedly bowed and said, “Your Majesty’s pulse is between four and five beats per breath. It is neither floating nor sinking, neither fast nor slow, neither strong nor weak, neither large nor small. The rhythm is regular, calm and unhurried, and there is no major problem. You just bumped your forehead, it will…in a day or two, you will recover fully.”。