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"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 little emperor Wanli could endure it, but Zhu Yijun absolutely couldn't.,As soon as the imperial physician finished, Empress Dowager Li eagerly stepped forward and asked, "Imperial Physician Chen, how is my son"。