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.,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!",“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.”。