"I'll fuck your mother!"
Qin Jun flew into a rage, swiftly moved behind Xiao Lingming, and slapped his butt hard, the smack ringing out sharply.
Xiao Lingming, who had been giggling, froze instantly. His eyes reddened at a visible speed.
"Waaah—"
Unable to bear the grievance, the little fellow burst into loud tears.
Qin Jun could not be bothered with him. With his right hand, he cast a spell and drew the Extreme Dao Flame Fire from the study into his palm, preventing the fire from spreading.
Xiao Lingming kept howling, causing the palace maids outside to exchange glances. None of them dared barge in.
Qin Jun suddenly regretted bringing the little fellow along. Once Yan Wang Palace had settled down, it seemed he would have to take Xiao Lingming back.
For the remaining time, he would focus on cultivation and wait quietly for the day Xuan Pool opened the Saint Gate.
"Looks like this little fellow needs some discipline!"
With his hands on his hips, Qin Jun looked at Xiao Lingming, who was crying his heart out, wearing an expression that was both amused and helpless.
Only a few months old, this brat had become more and more lively.
After that, Qin Jun ignored Xiao Lingming and continued reviewing memorials and scrolls by himself, letting the little fellow cry as he pleased.
About half an hour later, Xiao Lingming had cried until his voice was nearly hoarse. Just as Qin Jun softened and could not help rising to hold him, the brat actually fell asleep sprawled on the floor, his butt sticking high in the air and drool pooling beneath him.
Qin Jun's mouth twitched. He shook his head speechlessly.
He walked over to Xiao Lingming, picked him up, and held him in his arms, letting him sleep against