"Ah—"
The palace maids covered their mouths with a gasp as they watched an infant solidly hit the wall; how could it not shock them?
Qin Jun's mouth twitched, it seemed this child was exceptionally gifted but in need of a boost in intelligence.
But how smart could he be at just over two months old?
Little Lingming pressed his forehead tightly against the wall, his body rigid, the entire chamber trembling slightly, which showed how powerful he was.
He slowly fell down and sat on the ground with a plop, his little mouth tightly closed and his forehead swelling red. His tremulous hands reached for his forehead, stirring pity in the onlookers.
"Wah wah wah—"
As soon as Little Lingming touched his forehead, he burst into loud tears, and the fierce flames on his body quickly retreated into him.
A white figure flew out from the chamber—it was Zhu Yanqing.
