Flower Fairy: After transmigrating again, I became An'an's younger brother.

Seeing Kukuru's expression, Xia Tong knew he wouldn't calm down anytime soon, so she said to her sister, "Sis, I'm going back to my room now."

"Okay, go ahead."

Xia An'an nodded, but her gaze followed him, and she whispered worriedly, "If you feel anything is wrong, be sure to tell me right away."

"good--"

Ignoring Kukuru's sullen grumbling, Xia Tong returned to her room.

He walked to the desk, took out the cards formed from Shadow Camellia and Shadow Nine Thousand Years from his pocket, and gently placed the plum blossom pendant aside.

The cards started to glow automatically as soon as he placed them on the table.

Shadow Camellia's figure solidified first, and she gracefully hovered by the table, her gaze immediately falling on the plum blossom pendant.

Immediately afterwards, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old also transformed back into human form with a "bang," and then she also looked at the pendant lying quietly in the center of the table.

The tense tension between the two was temporarily overshadowed by a stronger and more shared curiosity.

"Directly residing within a physical object?"

Shadow Chun crossed her arms, tilted her head slightly, her brows furrowed, and asked Xia Tong with undisguised scrutiny, "What does she mean by this?"

"……have no idea."

Xia Tong shook her head. She brought the Ninth Prince back simply because she thought his older sister, Xia An'an, would subdue him, but who would have thought that her sister would fail the test.

The Shadow Ninth Prince leaned closer, almost pressing his face against the pendant. "So, she just... moved in?"

"Hey, you inside!"

Then, without any hesitation, she poked the pendant with her finger, "What do you mean by this? You're hiding after the test? Although that noisy prince is quite annoying, that's no excuse."

The pendant remained silent, offering no response.

However, under the watchful eyes of the two Shadow Fairy Kings—especially the undisguised curious gaze of Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old.

Finally, as if unable to bear the "watching," the pendant's surface shimmered, and pink light particles rose and gathered like dust, revealing the elegant and aloof figure of the Nine Thousand Years Old once again, gently floating on the table.

"What's wrong?"

The old man's voice was very soft.

"Hey, you're asking us what's wrong?"

Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old raised an eyebrow. "What kind of operation is this? You gave that Flower Fairy Magician a test, and after she failed, you ran here to hide? What kind of Elf King should be doing this?"

The Ninth Prince frowned slightly: "It's not about 'hiding.' It's just... the most suitable option at this stage."

"Oh?"

Shadow Camellia stared at her, her tone serious, "I'd like to see what you have to say."

The Nine Thousand Years Old was silent for a moment before replying, "Yes... for safety reasons. Not only are the Dark Demon God's people searching for the Elf King outside, but the newly born Flower Fairy Magician is also in her growth stage; she is still very weak. Staying in the pendant will prevent her from being drawn into the conflict too early."

"You've thought of everything very thoroughly."

The Ninth Prince of Shadows snorted, raised an eyebrow, and wanted to continue speaking.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, and Xia An'an's voice came from outside.

"Xiaotong, Kukuru and I have something we want to ask you."

-

Not long ago, Xia An'an and Kukuru returned to Xia An'an's room.

However, Kukuru was still sulking and spinning in mid-air, his little fists clenched tightly.

"That's not fair! It's so unfair, An'an!"

He complained to Xia An'an, who was sitting on the bed, "That test from the Ninth Prince was completely illogical! The riddles were bizarre, and then suddenly there was a countdown, and when the time was up, they threw us out—what kind of test was that?!"

He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, then flew to Xia An'an, his face serious. "So, failing the test is one thing, but why did the Ninth Prince choose Xia Tong? He didn't even go in with us! That's not fair!"

Xia An'an sat on the edge of the bed, resting her chin on her hands. In fact, she had the same doubts in her heart.

But more than anything, I was curious about my younger brother's situation and had a vague sense of worry.

"Kukuru, calm down."

She spoke softly, a thoughtful glint in her eyes, "Xiao Tong may have encountered situations we don't know about outside... Perhaps he has gained another form of recognition from the Ninth Prince?"

"That's exactly what's suspicious!"

Kukuru seemed to have grasped the key point. "We must find out! Call Xia Tong here; he must know something! This concerns the mission of the Flower Fairy Magician, we can't be confused!"

Xia An'an was intrigued by his words. Indeed, she also wanted to know the answer. Besides, when her younger brother brought the Ninth Prince back before, there were some torn marks on his clothes, which she couldn't help but notice.

"All right,"

Xia An'an nodded, stood up, and said, "I'll go call Xiao Tong over, and we'll ask her together."

And so, the scene of knocking on the door that happened earlier occurred.

Inside the room, Xia Tong heard her sister's call, and then glanced at the three Elf Kings (two shadows and one main body) standing in a "three-legged" formation above the table.

The atmosphere was subtle.

Xia Tong made a quick decision, her gaze falling on the two Shadow Elf Kings: "Chun, the Ninth Prince, uh..."

He paused, then looked at the original body of the Ninth Prince, "Ninth Prince, you three stay here. I'll go check on my sister."

As she said this, Xia Tong turned around, then seemed to remember something and turned back to Dark Shadow Chun and Dark Shadow Jiu Qian Sui, saying, "You two, don't fight."

"rest assured,"

Shadow Chun nodded, glancing at Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, "I won't stoop to the level of a child."

"Huh?! Who are you calling a child?!"

Upon hearing her words, the Ninth Prince of Shadows immediately flew into a rage, raising his voice, "You were staring at that pendant just now, your eyes were like a little mouse sneaking a peek at some snacks, and you still have the nerve to say that to me!"

"Oh?"

Shadow Chun raised an eyebrow, her tone full of mockery, "It's better than some people who want to bury their faces in their pendants, like ignorant brats who have never seen the world."

"you--"

Dark Shadow Ninth Prince gritted his teeth in anger, his aura becoming increasingly volatile, and he was about to pounce.

"Uh, you guys..."

Just as Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old was about to pounce, Xia Tong reacted quickly and grabbed her.

He looked down at the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, who was struggling in his hand, and then at the Nine Thousand Years Old beside him.

Xia Tong subconsciously thought of the easy-going nature of Chun and Jiu Qian Sui, and then he understood why the shadow versions of them were so hostile. It was indeed better to keep the two of them apart.

"Nine Thousand Years Old, change back to normal."

Xia Tong then turned Shadow Nine Thousand Years back into a card, and said to Shadow Chun and Nine Thousand Years, "Then you two stay here."

—Speaking of which, I hope there won't be any problems with those two?

After putting away the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old card, Xia Tong turned and walked out of the room.

The room was quiet for the time being.

An Yingchun glanced at the plum blossom pendant lying quietly on the table, then looked in the direction Xia Tong had left, but didn't say anything more.

The Ninth Prince, seeing the expression on Dark Shadow Chun's face, cast a curious glance at her, only to be glared at by her.

"?"

Immediately, the doubt in the eyes of the Ninth Prince deepened.

Ignoring the gaze of the Ninth Prince, Shadow Chun transformed into a streak of light, reverted to a card, and gently landed on the bedside table a little distance from the desk.

"..."

After seeing this, the Ninth Prince didn't say anything and silently returned to the plum blossom pendant.

The soft pink halo flickered gently one last time before completely receding, as if nothing had ever happened.