rried, and there is no major problem. You just bumped your forehead, it will…in a day or two, you will recover fully.”The imperial physician hesitated for a moment, then finally remained silent. The p..."It's on fire, it's on fire! Put out the fire! Catch the assassin, catch the assassin, the one in black is the assassin!"

The commotion outside his room woke Zhu Yijun, who was drowsy. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a large bed with three-sided screen walls around it. The sandalwood bed frame was dark with a purple tinge, appearing ancient and profound, emitting an elegant sheen. In the candlelight, one could discern carvings of several five-clawed golden dragons.

"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.

I drank a lot of alcohol yesterday, could it have the effect of turning back time

He slowly stood up, looking around. Above him were intricately carved beams and painted pillars, beneath his feet lay a floor of golden bricks. Behind a screen depicting five-clawed golden dragons was a long writing desk. On either side of the desk were two crane-shaped palace lamps, their flickering light casting swirling smoke. The cold air of late autumn, scented with sandalwood, blew across his nose.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty! The servant is late to save you. Are you unharmed, Your Majesty" A man with a clean-shaven face, dressed in a large crimson eunuch's robe, rushed into the hall.

This eunuch, hearing the commotion, rushed to Qianyuan Palace at top speed, panting and struggling to catch his breath. In the cold winter air, two plumes of vapor escaped from his nostrils.

This eunuch, as he crossed the threshold, seemed to have tripped over it because he was running too quickly. He stumbled and fell heavily, rolling on the ground for a bit before coming to a stop. He then painfully crawled forward while lamenting, "Your Majesty, I am guilty of a thousand deaths! I arrived too late, Your Majesty!"

Zhu Yijun almost instinctively opened his mouth and said, "The empress is here"

He frowned and took a deep, cold breath.

His forehead started aching again, his head felt swollen, and dizziness came in waves. Countless images filled his vision, flashing by at lightning speed.

"Your Majesty, are you alright!" The eunuch kneeling on the ground hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to support Zhu Yijun's swaying body.

Zhu Yijun, however, reached out and brushed away the eunuch's hand, holding onto the armrest of the armchair and slowly sat down. He said, "I am fine, just bumped my head."

When the eunuch saw this, his whole body trembled. He raised his voice in a squeaky falsetto and shouted hoarsely, "Doctor! Quickly call for the Imperial Physician! The Emperor has been wounded by an assassin! Quickly inform the Empress Dowager!"

"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.

The eunuch hurriedly knelt down again, his face filled with grief as he said: "Reporting to the benevolent Empress Dowager, I have already summoned the imperial physicians. When I ran over, I didn't see the thief."

"Your Majesty, these rebellious traitors are too arrogant!"

“How is my son” The noblewoman ignored the eunuch’s greeting completely, rushing to Zhu Yijun’s side. She trembled as she reached out and took hold of the ten-year-old child's hand, gently opening the wound.

Well, there's only a faint red mark.

The torrent of information in Zhu Yijun's mind finally ceased its influx. The images before him stopped flickering, and he understood the situation.

He traveled through time.

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Having transmigrated into the highest emperor of the Ming Dynasty, at just ten years old, he transmigrated to January 19th of the Wanli year.

Last June, the late Emperor Longqing ascended to heaven while on a journey. He left behind three assistant ministers: Zhang Juzheng, Gao Gong, and Gao Yi. At this time, Gao Yi had already passed away, and Gao Gong was expelled from the cabinet. The three assistant ministers were reduced to two, leaving only Zhang Juzheng alone.

And before him stood the eunuch, with thin lips, a high and prominent nose divided into sections, narrow temples, and a slightly sinister look. This was precisely the Great Companion of the young emperor, the Patriarch of the palace, and the Chief Seal Keeper, Eunuch Feng Bao.

While the concerned noblewoman, on the other hand, was the biological mother of the young emperor, Empress Dowager Li with the honorable title of Cistern Saint.

At this time, Zhang Juzheng, Feng Bao, and Empress Dowager Li had formed an unbreakable political alliance, controlling all government affairs.

The ten-year-old emperor walked on eggshells, suspected by the ministers of being too young to rule. Unable to govern personally, he had little to do with the affairs of state.

His situation was extremely difficult. Empress Dowager Li imposed very strict restrictions on him. If he slept in even slightly later or woke up late, he would be reprimanded. If his behavior was even slightly improper, Empress Dowager Li would have Zhang Zhi to speak out and admonish him, forcing the young emperor to write a self-incrimination imperial edict and kneel before the spirit tablet of the previous emperor, reciting it numerous times before she would allow him to stop.

The Edict of Self-Blame wasn't written by the emperor, which is also quite common.

And the eunuchs in the palace, taking advantage of Empress Li's authority, excessively restrained and controlled the young emperor.

At this time, Zhu Yijun held his head and looked at Feng Bao, who was extremely subservient. His eyes narrowed slightly. This was a sycophant who was arrogant in front and submissive behind.

Feng Bao shouldn't be an eunuch, he should be an actor.

Before Empress Dowager Li, this man was extremely respectful and flattering. But in the young emperor's memory, everywhere was disgust and fear towards Feng Bao, this great consort.

It is Feng Dabian who excessively controls and restricts the young emperor. He constantly frightens him with Empress Dowager Li, making unfounded accusations at every turn and portraying the young emperor as a depraved delinquent, causing Empress Dowager Li to be deeply worried.

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.

As for Feng, he's like a fox pretending to be powerful by using the emperor's authority. That's understandable since he can get away with it. But what does it mean to set a trap for the little emperor

Once upon a time, Feng Dabian, sent a palace maid to the bed of the young emperor in the middle of the night. The next day when the young emperor woke up, he immediately sensed something was wrong. The Empress Dowager Li, who lived in Qianyuan Palace with him, knew about it right away and punished the palace maid severely. The young emperor was brought before the spirit tablet of his deceased father. The Empress Dowager knelt on the ground and cried, and the young emperor also knelt on the ground and cried.

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In the span of just ten years, these kinds of things have happened at least three times.

Why would Feng Bao bully a ten-year-old child and set a trap for them

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

Even Zhu Yijun could understand the motivation behind this dog's actions.

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The little emperor Wanli could endure it, but Zhu Yijun absolutely couldn't.

Empress Dowager Li paced back and forth anxiously, her steps a little hurried. Such a major event had occurred in the palace, leaving her momentarily flustered. Most importantly, her son had escaped this time, but could he escape the next

Moreover, with the high walls and deep courtyards of this imperial palace, heavily guarded by cavalry everywhere, how could those bandits have breached into the Qianqing Palace, even startling His Majesty!

All these things left Empress Dowager Li somewhat helpless. She was only a woman of twenty-seven, not even yet of marriageable age.

The husband passed away early, leaving this huge Ming Dynasty to his ten-year-old son. Emperor Longqing had been on the throne for six months, and during this time, Empress Dowager Li had done everything in her power to ensure the safety of herself, her son, and her grandson, but such a misfortune still occurred.

And what will become of us in the future

The fire outside the palace had been completely extinguished, and the imperial physician had also been summoned to the palace to feel the pulse of the emperor.

As soon as the imperial physician finished, Empress Dowager Li eagerly stepped forward and asked, "Imperial Physician Chen, how is my son"

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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 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.

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.

But, could a physician actually say this Of course not.

He was just a physician. The imperial hospital's concoctions couldn't even guarantee the emperor's health.

“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.”

Zhu Yijun was held in the Empress Dowager's arms, and whispered, "Mother, I was sleeping soundly when I suddenly smelled a foul odor. When I opened my eyes, I saw a burly man in black robes standing by my bed, holding a dagger and stabbing at me."

"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."

“Mother, do not blame your child.”

Li Taizhi was immersed in grief, listening to Zhu Yijun speak like this, she finally stopped sobbing and asked in confusion, "Where did you get that from Why would mother blame her son"

Zhu Yijun looked with trepidation at the overturned furniture lying unattended on the ground and said in a slightly frightened tone: "My child, I have knocked over the furniture in the palace. Please forgive my lack of decorum."

Even if you overturn furniture, you'll still be punished. This is no joke.

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The Empress Dowager had extremely strict demands on the young emperor's words and deeds. Whatever he did, it had to conform to the standards of an emperor. Even walking was not allowed to cause any collisions between his jade hooks, pendants, jade rings, or toothpicks. He had to walk with a measured stride, projecting an air of noble bearing.

This rather undignified act is usually considered to be improper.

Zhu Yijun was playing to his greatest advantage; at only ten years old, he could feign innocence.

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"My son!" Empress Dowager Li, upon hearing this, became even more heartbroken. Tears streamed down her face as she tightly embraced Zhu Yijun, her tears falling onto the young emperor's body.

Empress Li's cries gradually subsided, only twitching occasionally. Her sorrow reached its peak, unable to cry out, only sobbing continuously, mourning silently.

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 biological mother, the great and merciful Empress Dowager of the Ming Dynasty, lived in the Qianqing Palace to look after the young emperor. Astonishingly, assassins were able to break into the Qianqing Palace.

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These ministers, deeply favored by the state, do not consider how to repay their lord with utmost loyalty. They only know how to fawn over powerful officials and despise their ruler. Now, they even offer him a knife!

Empress Dowager Li held Zhu Yijun's head in her arms and said forcefully, "My son, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Mother assures you, this kind of thing will definitely not happen again! If it happens again, mother will fight them to the death!"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

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."

“My dear child,” Empress Dowager Li said, her heart aching even more.

“Feng Da Bian, when I was assassinated, where were you” Zhu Yijun suddenly spoke as Li Tai-hou was lost in grief.

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Empress Dowager Li suddenly raised her head, her eyes bloodshot, staring straight at Feng Bao, and said in a harsh voice: "Feng Bao! Where were you when the emperor was attacked!"

“璫”, refers to the gold decoration on an eunuch's hat, meaning "Grand Eunuch".

An unbreakable, indomitable political alliance

Based on the experience of Zhu Yijun living two lives, this is a fallacy.

The words "political alliance" and "unbreakable" should not be placed together.ame in waves. Countless images filled his vision, flashing by at lightning speed."Your Majesty, are you alright!" The eunuch kneeling on the ground hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to support Zhu Yi...