Just imagine, which child has been studying the various schools of thought since he was four years old? Not counting the thick brick-like ancient books in the imperial study room, he would read them every day without stopping.
Come and go, I actually showed him everything.
What's more magical is Yan Ying's terrifying memory ability. He has a photographic memory. Even if he doesn't understand things, he can memorize them by rote and collect them together to find answers to his questions.
More than twenty well-educated people, both young and old, were sitting in a neat row in the study room. They were speechless when asked by a stern-faced, serious kid who was no taller than the desk.
Scenes like that happen all the time. If you don't witness it with your own eyes, no one will believe it.
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This was the first time in several years that Yu Luojiao saw the grown-up Yan Ying.
He has a calm little look and is indescribably cute. Standing there with his hands behind his back, he has the same intimidating aura as his father. At a young age, he has already shown a powerful aura that cannot be ignored.
He was sent out by Yan Xi to welcome the Saint of the Light Sect as the current crown prince.
On the other hand, Yan Ying should call Yu Luojiao aunt. He replaced Yan Xi and Tao Xiaowei. Not only would he not be rude, but he would also convey a hint of intimacy.
Yu Luojiao was so happy that she half-crouched beside Yan Ying, asking questions.
She treated a child of this age the same way, asking nothing more than how old she was, what her hobbies were, etc.
Yan Ying answered questions fluently, keeping his sentences as short as possible, speaking as much as possible without opening his mouth, and cherishing words like gold, which further aroused Yu Luojiao's affection.
She has always used Yan Xi as a model to distinguish her favorability towards men. The colder and taciturn she is, the more she likes him.
There is still a slight blood relationship between Yan Ying and Yu Luojiao because of Tao Xiaowei.
The more Yu Luojiao looked at the child, the more she looked like her. The familiar feeling seemed as if Yan Ying was her biological child that emerged from her belly.