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

Then Shanmeng continued speaking with a smile, her voice light and melodious.

"If you can't guess... perhaps you'll stay and keep me company while I 'dream' a little longer?"

"Hurrah."

Xia Tong agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old flew swiftly to Xia Tong's side, nudged his shoulder, and whispered, "Kid! You believe that? She's clearly trying to trick you!"

"rest assured,"

Xia Tong took a step forward, gently pressing her fingertips on her shoulder, silencing the words that Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old was about to say, "I can't lose."

Although the last time Xia Tong watched "Flower Fairy" was when she was a child in her first life, she watched it with her younger sister. It has been a long time since then, and she doesn't remember many things clearly.

But Xia Tong could still obtain the information he wanted through other means, such as awakening her shadow, so there was no reason for him to lose to Shan Meng.

"Then I will be grateful..."

Xia Tong raised his hand, and a dark purple halo flowed from his palm. "Let 'yourself' answer your own name."

Shan Meng watched Xia Tong's movements with curiosity. When she saw the dark purple magical aura emanating from his hand, she blinked and continued to watch Xia Tong's actions.

"Let 'myself' answer this?"

She tilted her head slightly, her smile revealing confusion. "What does this mean—"

Before she could finish speaking, Shan Meng suddenly felt a strange fluctuation coming from the shadow connected to her feet.

It was as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread outwards.

Then, to her astonishment, a figure exactly like her, only grayish in color, slowly peeled away from the previously still shadow on the ground and rose up, like a faded paper cutout, and finally floated lightly beside her.

"Is this... my shadow?"

Shanmeng's eyes widened. She even subconsciously raised her hand to touch her cheek before looking at the quiet shadow of Shanmeng.

A wonderful feeling, as if looking in a mirror, arose spontaneously.

Xia Tong turned to the newborn figure, her voice gentle: "What is your name?"

Shadow Mountain Dream raised its head and looked around—Xia Tong, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, and True Body Mountain Dream.

Her gaze finally fell back on Xia Tong's face, and then a smile that was even brighter and more unrestrained than her original smile bloomed on her face.

"No, that won't work."

She said lightly, her voice like dancing musical notes, "This is a game, and you can't cheat in a game."

Xia Tong was slightly taken aback when she heard this.

Shadow Yamamu's refusal means that, like Shadow Tsubaki and Shadow Nine Thousand Years before her, as a newborn child, she has developed the consciousness to think independently. Moreover, to some extent, she has completely replicated the emotions of the original Yamamu at this moment, and even her playful spirit is stronger than that of the original.

"That's really rare."

Xia Tong withdrew his hand, the dark purple aura at his fingertips dissipating. He looked thoughtfully at the real Shan Meng, who was curiously watching the shadow Shan Meng, and then at the equally smiling shadow Shan Meng beside him.

"The thoughts of the shadow and the original body are completely synchronized."

"Of course, that won't work!"

Shan Meng finally came to her senses, hands on her hips, her skirt trembling slightly with the movement. She floated to the side of her shadow, Shan Meng, and the two figures stood side by side, like a pair of twin elves.

"Xia Tong, this is cheating!"

She puffed out her cheeks, but there was no anger in her eyes, only a slight, petulant reproach for having the game ruined. "It was supposed to be a guessing game, how could you summon 'me' to ask? This isn't fun at all!"

At this moment, Shadow Mountain Dream nodded in agreement, saying in a lighter tone than her true self, "Yes, this is a 'game.' It's more fun if you figure it out yourself."

"Which side are you on?"

At this moment, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old frowned and leaned closer to Shadow Mountain Dream, asking her a question.

Shadow Mountain Dream was startled by the sudden approach of Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, but the cheerful smile on her face did not fade.

She met the scrutinizing gaze of Shadow Nine Thousand Years directly and gently shook her head. She even imitated Shadow Nine Thousand Years by crossing her arms, although the action looked more like she was just imitating and playing.

Which side?

Kageyama Yume tilted her head, her dark pink twin tails swaying, "I am who I am. Now, I think the 'game' side is more interesting."

Her voice remained light and cheerful, yet carried a pure, almost naive insistence: "Rules are rules, and cheating isn't fun. Besides—"

Shadow Mountain Dream blinked, a sly glint in her eyes.

"Isn't it interesting to see the original body looking surprised and a little angry? This is a development that even 'I' didn't expect."

"That's right, that's right!"

Upon hearing this, Shan Meng, far from being displeased by Shadow Shan Meng's "spectator" attitude, seemed to find common ground, nodded vigorously, and then flew straight to Xia Tong's side.

"Xia Tong,"

Shan Meng spoke each word clearly, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"Did you hear that? It's just a game. Now, you've tried a 'special' method, and you've been discovered!"

She stretched out a slender finger and waved it gently in front of Xia Tong, as if reprimanding a playmate who was trying to be clever.

"So, you can't use any of your weird magic anymore! Whether it's summoning shadows, conjuring ice blades, or anything else... in short, in this name-guessing game, absolutely none of it!"

She deliberately drew out her tone, emphasizing her rules, and with that "I'm seriously making these rules" expression, she actually had a bit of the authority of a child king.

Xia Tong looked at Shan Meng, who was standing close by and emphasizing the rules with a serious expression, then glanced at the shadow Shan Meng next to her who was also nodding in agreement and smiling brightly, as well as the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old who looked unhappy but was temporarily helpless. She couldn't help but sigh softly, and then she laughed.

However, there was no frustration in his laughter.

"OK,"

Meeting Shan Meng's gaze, Xia Tong raised her hands, making a gesture that resembled "surrender" but appeared more relaxed.

"I accept that the rules are paramount. I admit I cheated just now, and I apologize."

Then he lowered his hand, his gaze returning to focus. "Since this is the rule of the game... then I won't use magic."

Seeing Xia Tong so readily admit her mistake and promise to abide by the rules, Shan Meng's eyes lit up, and the seriousness on her face was instantly replaced by a satisfied smile.

She happily twirled in the air, her skirt and pigtails drawing graceful arcs.

"That's more like it!"

She floated back above the daphne odora on the windowsill, while Shadow Mountain Dream remained quietly suspended in its original spot, like another quiet spectator.

"Then please continue. Let me see if you can find my real name in a fair game."

Xia Tong took a deep breath, intending to start playing the game seriously. Then he closed his eyes, recalled the song Shan Meng had sung before, and sang it softly.

Soon after, Xia Tong found the answer in the lyrics.

O spirits of the wind, blow away the clouds and haze!

Wind blows through the mist—mountain

Let us dance together amidst the shade of trees, in the sunset, in a layered and beautiful dreamscape.

Lin Xi's layered dream.

Isn't this just a word puzzle?

The name is broken down and hidden in the lyrics.

This is indeed the kind of game that a playful and dreamlike Elf King like Shanmeng would enjoy.

Xia Tong paused for a moment, then said to Shan Meng, "Shan Meng. Right, Shan Meng, the Fairy King of Daphne."

The soft light surrounding Shan Meng seemed to freeze for a moment, and the expression on her face was quite interesting—

Surprise, bewilderment, followed by the joy of being seen through, and a faint regret that the game ended too quickly.

Then she slowly and lightly floated down a little closer to Xia Tong, carefully studying the expression on his face.

A few seconds later, an incredibly clear smile, like the first bloom of a daphne odora, blossomed on Shanmeng's face.

"So clever."

Her voice was filled with undisguised admiration and joy.

"I am Shanmeng, the Flower Fairy King of Daphne. Flower Fairy Magician, I acknowledge you."

"Huh?" x2

Xia Tong and Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old exchanged a glance and were both stunned.

"I……"

Xia Tong pointed to herself, her tone revealing a hint of helpless confusion, "I'm not a Flower Fairy Magician, am I?"

"???" x2

This time, it was Shanmeng, who was in mid-air, and Shadow Shanmeng, who was quietly watching the show, who both opened their eyes wide.