Chapter 7 The First Display Of Genius

After the incident in the study, the Leng family couldn't shake off the feeling that Qingxue was… unusual.

A six-month-old baby shouldn't be able to recognize symbols, yet Qingxue had clearly pointed them out. Was it luck? A coincidence?

Yuxian, the eldest brother, didn't believe in coincidences.

Zhaoyan, ever the strategist, decided to test her again.

Haoyu, sharp and perceptive, watched her closely.

Yichen and Jiuhan, the youngest of the older brothers, simply found it fascinating.

And Qiuhan?

He remained as silent as ever, but his gaze on his sister grew even deeper.

Their mother, Jiang Yuexin, on the other hand, simply smiled and let things unfold naturally.

That day was just the beginning.

A week later, the entire family gathered in the main hall.

It was a rare occasion where even their father, Leng Zhen, took time off to spend with his children. A large, elegant table sat in the center of the room, adorned with exquisite calligraphy brushes, inkstones, and ancient scrolls.

It was a habit in the Leng family to educate their children early. The older brothers had all begun learning at young ages, and today, they were reviewing some of their studies.

Qingxue was placed in a cushioned chair beside their mother, seemingly too small to be involved.

But that didn't stop her from observing.

And when her gaze fell upon a sheet of elegant yet unfinished calligraphy, something shifted.

Leng Jiuhan, the youngest of the five older brothers, was practicing writing simple characters. His strokes were steady, but there were slight inconsistencies.

Qingxue, unable to hold back any longer, let out a soft sound.

Everyone turned toward her.

She pointed.

Jiuhan, confused, looked down at his work. "What?"

Qingxue's small hand moved slightly, as if correcting his stroke.

A strange silence filled the room.

"…Is she correcting me?" Jiuhan asked in disbelief.

Jiang Yuexin chuckled. "Maybe she's just curious."

But the brothers weren't so sure.

Zhaoyan, always the most daring, took out a simple sheet and wrote down two basic characters. He then turned the paper toward Qingxue.

"Xue'er," he said softly. "Which one looks better?"

A simple test.

One that no six-month-old baby should understand.

Yet Qingxue immediately pointed to the correct one.

The one with the proper balance and form.

Zhaoyan's hand tensed.

A shiver ran down Yuxian's spine.

Leng Zhen, who had been watching silently, finally spoke. "Bring a brush."

A servant quickly fetched a small, unused brush, dipping it in ink.

"Hold her hand," Leng Zhen instructed. "Let's see something."

Jiang Yuexin hesitated but gently guided Qingxue's tiny fingers around the brush handle. The moment the cool ink touched the paper, everyone expected messy scribbles.

But instead—

A perfectly formed stroke appeared.

The brush moved with surprising steadiness as Qingxue carefully followed the proper character structure.

The room fell deathly silent.

Zhaoyan's breath caught in his throat.

Haoyu stared, his usual composed expression cracking.

Jiuhan's mouth opened slightly.

Qiuhan's fingers curled slightly at his side.

Leng Zhen, a man known for his unshakable composure, watched in absolute stillness.

And then, in the quiet hall, he uttered a single word:

"Genius."

No one could disagree.

Jiang Yuexin, holding Qingxue, simply smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead.

"Our little Xue'er is truly something special."

Qingxue had taken her first step.

Soon, the world would know just how extraordinary she truly was.

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