Chapter 6 A Glimpse Of Brilliance

The Leng estate had barely recovered from the shock of Qingxue's first word.

Her five older brothers, each confident that she would call for them first, were left utterly speechless. Even their usually calm and composed father, Leng Zhen, had been momentarily caught off guard.

But after the initial disbelief, their mother, Jiang Yuexin, simply laughed.

"Looks like our Xue'er is more interested in the world around her than fighting over names." She stroked Qingxue's soft hair lovingly. "How fitting."

Leng Yuxian, the eldest, crossed his arms and nodded. "It's a good sign. It means she's observant."

Zhaoyan exhaled, regaining his composure. "Tch. Still, she could have at least said 'Brother.'"

The others muttered in agreement.

Qiuhan, however, simply looked at Qingxue, his expression unreadable. He had no doubt that his sister was far more intelligent than she let on.

And he wasn't the only one who thought so.

Over the next few days, Qingxue continued to act like an ordinary baby. She would smile sweetly at their mother, babble nonsense, and reach for toys just like any other child.

But one afternoon, when their father took a break from his busy schedule to spend time with the family, something happened that none of them expected.

Leng Zhen had always been a strict and disciplined man, rarely showing open affection. But with Qingxue, he was noticeably softer. That day, as he sat in the study, he placed a few ancient books on the table, preparing to review some documents.

Qingxue, who had been resting in her mother's arms, suddenly reached out toward the books.

Jiang Yuexin noticed her curiosity and chuckled. "Does Xue'er want to play with the books?"

She gently carried Qingxue closer and set her down on the cushioned chair beside their father.

The baby girl's silver-blue eyes scanned the open pages before her.

And then—she did something that made Leng Zhen freeze.

She turned the pages.

Not clumsily, as a normal child would, but carefully—as if she actually knew what she was doing.

The room fell silent.

"Did she… just flip the page correctly?" Zhaoyan asked in disbelief.

"She didn't just flip it," Haoyu muttered. "She didn't even crumple the paper."

Leng Zhen watched Qingxue closely. "Xue'er," he called gently.

She turned her head toward him.

For a moment, he hesitated. Then he pointed to a simple symbol on the page—one of the basic characters used in ancient calligraphy.

"Can you recognize this?" he asked, not expecting a response.

Qingxue looked at it for a moment.

Then, to everyone's shock, she reached out her small hand and tapped it.

Leng Zhen's sharp eyes widened slightly.

"Impossible," Yichen whispered.

Qiuhan, who had been silently watching, took a step forward. He pointed to another symbol on the page.

"What about this one?"

Qingxue blinked.

Then—she tapped the correct symbol again.

The room fell into a stunned silence.

"She's only six months old," Yuxian finally said. His calm voice had a rare trace of disbelief.

Jiang Yuexin's eyes softened as she gently picked Qingxue up. "Perhaps it's just coincidence," she said lightly, though there was a knowing look in her gaze. "But… our Xue'er truly is extraordinary."

Leng Zhen remained silent for a long moment before finally exhaling.

"She will be great," he murmured, gazing down at his daughter. "There is no doubt about it."

Qingxue only smiled.

They had no idea.

This was just the beginning.