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"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.,But the problem is, a ten-year-old child suddenly faced such drastic changes. The heavily guarded palace had assassins break into the emperor's bedroom to assassinate him. As the young emperor who was assassinated, his pulse being so steady is the biggest problem.,“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.”。