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.”,The former emperor died young, leaving behind an orphaned son and a widowed mother. Gao Gong, within the cabinet, stated that a ten-year-old prince could not rule the country, suggesting that he should install a vassal king. The princes of Zhongshan gathered their forces, each vying for power, attacking and killing each other relentlessly. Now, this child is under the watchful eye of his mother, the empress dowager, yet he has been assassinated!,The atmosphere had reached its peak. Emperor Zhu Yi, with great effort, squeezed out a few tears and comforted her: "My son is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. My son is not afraid, nor does he need his mother to fight desperately. When my son grows up, I will fight them myself. Mother, please don't cry. If you cry again, your son will cry too."。