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.,"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.。