Chapter 927 - 928: This is a Prodigy_1
"About ten months or so and they can walk with support, and once they get more stable, you can slowly let go. Kids’ walking and talking don’t follow a set pattern; some speak later and walk earlier, and others walk early but talk later." Li’s mother knew more from experience, which is why they had her help take care of the children.
"So there aren’t any who walk and talk early?"
Ye Zi’an pondered whether it was better for a child to walk early or speak early, but the foolish him hadn’t realized at the moment that children’s walking and talking weren’t up to his wishes.
"Of course, there are! Why not? The young master from the family I served before began walking and speaking at nine months."
Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an said, "Then our son has to be able to walk and talk at eight months, start learning characters at two years old, recite poetry at three, make eloquent remarks by five, and compose essays within a hundred steps at seven. By eight, he’ll take the Cultivated Talent examination."
Li’s mother, listening from the outside, broke out in a sweat—was this still a child? This was a prodigy.
Yang Chuxia couldn’t stand to listen anymore; was the child even allowed a happy childhood?
She said displeasedly, "By your calculations, Lele and Yangyang would be able to take the Recommended Man exam at ten and become top scholars at eleven."
"Absolutely, we must retrieve the top scholar title their father lost. However, the two can’t compete all at once, otherwise, the title of top scholar can’t be shared."
Speaking of top scholars, Yang Chuxia grew curious about who the top scholar was in Ye Zi’an’s batch. In her memory, Ye Zi’an’s scholarship was exceptionally strong, of course, but she hadn’t forgotten the saying that there are skies beyond skies. So she was very curious about who this person beyond skies could be.
When she asked Ye Zi’an, she saw a ghostly spasm cross his face.
As for this matter, no one felt more helpless than Ye Zi’an, for the Emperor had whimsically snatched his top scholar title. Although he was a little at fault, the Emperor couldn’t be too capricious, right? Okay, he was young; being the second-rank scholar wasn’t a big deal, but the least you could do is consider the feelings of a man over forty. Not only did you take it away, but you also had to announce it publicly.
Probably now, there were few in the Capital City who didn’t know that the top scholar title should have been his. It resulted in several awkward encounters with the current top scholar, that man over forty who always snorted at him—talk about injustice.
"I’m asking you, who was the top scholar this time around?"
"A man over forty years old." After some thought, Ye Zi’an decided not to elaborate, lest his wife blame herself.
Then he jokingly said, "Anyway, he’s not as handsome as your husband. The third-place winner is in his thirties, looks about the same age as our father. So I am the youngest!"
"Show-off!"
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Luo Linhao came from the front yard, with Ye Ziping and others- all muzzled and locked on the first floor. He had risen early to check on these people and, seeing they were all fine, he chuckled scornfully at Ye Ziping, who was glaring at him, before heading to the back.
"Cousin, I heard that Li Ao came looking for Qingrui again?" he asked with a smug look, as if to say, see, I told you so, Li Ao came back, right?
Indeed, the previous afternoon Li Ao had come again, bringing some gifts to apologize personally to Qingrui, saying it was all because his parents were too heartbroken to see him beaten, they couldn’t hold back. He also mentioned how he should have stopped his parents from coming to the Yang Family.
Alright, this kid really couldn’t handle things. A minor issue at first required his parents to step in, but in the end, he blamed them. Someone who could push the blame onto his own parents was definitely not any good.