My Son Has An Emperor's Traits!

Lin Qiye laughed.

After a full meal, he crawled around on the bed, looking energetic. Consort Ning and the palace maids were speechless.

"Consort Ning... Is the little prince a bit too talented?"

Consort Ning was stunned and panicked. "Go report to the emperor..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a deep and dignified voice came outside the door.

"Report to me?"

The old emperor leisurely walked into the palace with his hands behind his back.

The palace maids didn't even have time to call out and could only prostrate themselves and bow.

Consort Ning also propped herself up on the bed and bowed.

"Your Majesty!"

The old emperor waved his hand.

"The maids can leave. My beloved consort, you don't need to bow. Well, what's this?"

"Little Seventeen can crawl on the bed in just three days?"

Even though the old emperor was knowledgeable, he was still surprised.