"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 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.,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."。