"Ah—"
The palace maids covered their mouths in shock. An infant had slammed solidly into the wall—how could that not be terrifying?
The corner of Qin Jun's mouth twitched.
It seemed the little fellow possessed monstrous talent, but his intelligence still needed work.
He was only a little over two months old. How intelligent could he be?
Xiao Lingming pressed his forehead tightly against the wall, his little body taut.
The entire bedchamber trembled slightly, showing just how great his strength was.
He slowly slid down and landed on his bottom.
His little lips were tightly pursed, his forehead already red and swollen. His tiny hands trembled as they reached for it, making people's hearts ache.
"Waaah—"
The moment Xiao Lingming touched his forehead, he burst into loud sobs.
The flames around his body swiftly retreated into him.
A white figure flew out from the bedchamber. It was Zhu Yanqing.
She hurried to Xiao Lingming's side and picked him up.
The instant she saw his forehead, her heart ached. She vigorously comforted and soothed him.
Qin Jun stood nearby, feeling exceedingly awkward.
Ahem...
It seemed he had yet to adjust to being a father.
Fortunately, Xiao Lingming's body was extremely tough. Otherwise, Qin Jun would have regretted it for the rest of his life.
Qin Jun hurried over, scratching his head as he forced a smile. "Is he all right?"
Zhu Yanqing rolled her eyes at him as though she had not seen him, continuously stroking Xiao Lingming's forehead.
After quite a while, Qin Lingming finally stopped crying.
However, his eyes were still red, and tears and snot ran down his face, making him look especially pitiful.
He glanced at Qin Jun.
Then, looking aggrieved, he burrowed into Zhu Yanqing's embrace.
That glance melted Qin Jun's heart.
He could not