Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 430: Never Missed from the Start

Li, besides practicing martial arts basics, also had to read and write.

Perhaps inheriting the genes of Pei Ji’an, who could read at three, recite texts at five, and compose poems at seven, Li was also very adept at learning. He rarely forgot what he learned and could accurately reproduce characters, writing them with style.

Le currently doesn’t have any obvious interests; she simply likes to play. Her voice is sweet and warm, such that when she makes mistakes, others are reluctant to blame her.

Qu Fulan didn’t force her to learn anything either. After all, at her age in modern times, she would be in kindergarten, which mainly focuses on games, various intelligence-enhancing games, and only starts learning in elementary school around the age of six or seven.

It’s not that Qu Fulan was negligent; she simply didn’t want to deprive the child of her childhood. Li wanted to learn by himself, which was different. Le primarily enjoyed playing, and as long as she’s happy, she should be allowed to play.

However, in the capital, quite a few noblewomen privately mocked the little Commandery Princess from the Pei Mansion for not knowing anything. Unlike her peers, who were starting to learn to write, or engaging in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, each having their strengths.

Qu Fulan heard these remarks yet wasn’t upset; she let others talk. She knew her own child well; the genes were there, so she wouldn’t be lacking.

In fact, those kids who weren’t learning out of interest, but losing their childhood prematurely, weren’t all having a good experience either.

Sure enough, when Le turned six, her interests and strengths began to show.

First, her memory was extremely good, even better than her brother’s. How good was it? She could recite everything about a place she visited, as long as she was willing.

Perhaps others might not understand this, as if they couldn’t recount details of places they’ve been.

But Le was different. Her eyes were like a camera, capturing everything she saw, storing it in her mind, and retrieving it when needed.

When Qu Fulan first discovered this ability, she was stunned for quite a while.

That time, she took Le shopping, and upon returning, she saw Le drawing on paper. When she looked closely, she found Le was illustrating everything she had seen and heard at the mall.

Such as which stores they visited, what items were sold in those stores, how many people were there, what everyone was doing, whether their expressions were smiles or frowns.

Her drawings weren’t very lifelike, just a bit abstract, enough to discern a person, whether that person was crying or laughing.

At first, Qu Fulan thought Le was doodling randomly, until she saw herself sketched. Le, when drawing others, would not go over a line again, but when drawing her own mother, depicted her vividly, immediately recognizing herself in the drawing. That’s when she knew Le was sketching places they’d visited earlier that day, and after close inspection, realized she had captured the store details.

And it wasn’t just one store.

Qu Fulan was astonished; even a rough sketch merited praise for her good memory, but Le was rendering comprehensive details.

When asked how she could draw it out, Le said it was all in her mind, and she could draw it as soon as she thought about it.

Then she asked about details of other places, and Le could recount them accurately, for example, what incidents occurred in those scenes, what people around said.

Qu Fulan: "..." This wasn’t simply good memory, this was genius, wasn’t it?

With such extraordinary memory skills, she could practically reconstruct crime scenes as evidence.

She shared this discovery with Pei Ji’an, who was also surprised, because while he had a decent memory, he couldn’t be that detailed.

"This must not be let known to others," Pei Ji’an warned.

Qu Fulan agreed, because if others knew about her unique skills, it could lead to schemes against her.

Moreover, remembering things heavily consumed energy, and Qu Fulan noticed Le appeared weaker that day, indicating it affected her physically.

She immediately stopped her from further drawing, encouraging her to do what she liked instead.

Le was interested in playing chess and playing zither; not mere interests, but she could compete with Li in chess, and her musical talent was described as extraordinary.

Girls from other families began learning music at three, yet couldn’t match Le’s skills. Those women who criticized Le before were now metaphorically slapped in the face because Le outshone their daughters.

All studied at the same school, and the master praised her quick learning.

There’s a saying, "Hard work bows in reverence to talent," and Le wasn’t uninterested; having talent and interest, she naturally learned faster and better.

While Qu Fulan and Pei Ji’an cautiously protected their daughter’s extraordinary memory skills, the Emperor discovered this and was quite excited.

"She is like Biyue, she too was like this, so her health was weaker..." If not so, she wouldn’t have died in childbirth.

"But this shouldn’t be known to others, it could bring trouble, and in the future, she should avoid recalling too much, or it’ll weaken her body."

Qu Fulan and Pei Ji’an understood this reasoning, becoming more protective of their daughter.

As for Li, he was well-rounded, having specialties but no weaknesses. Such a person would develop well in the future.

Anyway, the Emperor had planned Li’s future well. He was outstanding like his father in different abilities, destined to enter the Ministry of Personnel, the head of the Six Ministries, to assist the new Emperor and protect his sister.

The Emperor’s vision was far-reaching; he himself was getting old, and his daughter and son-in-law would grow old too, unable to accompany the child for life. Therefore, ensuring the child grows strong was most important.

If someone overheard the Emperor’s thoughts, they might guess about the new Emperor.

A new Emperor needing Li’s support, given the age, makes it easy to guess.

There aren’t many princes of that suitable age, only two or three.

If the young Prince ascends as Emperor, he would need a Regent King, and Pei Ji’an is the optimal choice.

The Emperor’s plans were meticulous in covering all aspects.

Qu Fulan felt grateful to have such a father, preparing everything for her, fearing her to struggle.

She felt the fatherly love she hadn’t experienced in the other world.

Yet, she still felt regret because she wasn’t the Emperor’s true daughter; the original soul was.

Unfortunately, fate played its tricks.

Only when Qu Fulan became a parent herself did she truly understand what it meant to be a parent. The Emperor treated her well because he believed she was his daughter. If he knew her soul wasn’t, he’d be very disappointed.

With these thoughts, Qu Fulan felt guilty, her mood somewhat low. When Pei Ji’an inquired, she only used excuses to deflect.

But at this time, Qu Fulan hadn’t realized; she thought she wasn’t the Emperor’s biological daughter, but she actually was.

From the beginning, she didn’t miss anything.