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

That evening, in Xia Tong's room.

Chengyi sat on the edge of the desk, her little feet swinging gently. Facing the three "special" observers in front of her, she seemed a little lost, yet filled with pure curiosity.

"Wow—it really looks like La Belle's flower fairy, but it's also a little different!"

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream was the first to approach, her deep purple-red eyes sparkling with undisguised innocence and amazement.

She almost pressed her face against Chengyi's.

"Hello, I'm Shanmeng. What's your name?"

"Cheng...yi..."

Chengyi answered softly, her pronunciation still a little hesitant.

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream reached out and touched Cheng Yi's clothes. "Your dress is so pretty! And your name is so beautiful too!"

Her words were straightforward and enthusiastic, which made Chengyi, who was initially a little nervous, relax a bit.

"Interesting, very interesting."

Meanwhile, Shadow Ninth Prince floated on the other side, her hand supporting her chin, a signature, slightly playful smile on her face.

Her gaze wasn't simply one of appreciation like Shan Meng's; it was more like she was scrutinizing a novel work of art, carefully scanning every detail of Cheng Yi.

Suddenly, the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old extended his finger and swiftly tapped the dolphin flower decoration in Chengyi's hair.

"In this barren soil of Earth, with that brat's meager magic, you've actually managed to create such a... complete form. Little guy, you're a miracle."

Chengyi was startled by the sudden touch. Her small body trembled slightly, and her wings quickly folded back.

She blinked, looking at the enigmatic smile of Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, then at Shadow Mountain Dream beside her who seemed more innocent and merely curious. Her small body subtly moved a little closer to Shadow Mountain Dream.

"Oh, that reaction is so cute."

The Ninth Prince of Shadows raised an eyebrow, his smile deepening. "It seems you prefer Shan Meng a bit more? How sad."

"Don't scare her, 'I'."

The Ninth Prince's calm and gentle voice rang out. She maintained a polite distance, hovering gracefully, her gaze peacefully fixed on Cheng Yi.

"She's just a bit naive, but she's also the most perceptive of the purity in others."

Chengyi didn't feel fear, only a slight unfamiliar tension.

Because she could sense that these elves all had a similar aura to Xia Tong—a sense of closeness brought about by the contract connection.

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old looked at Cheng Yi, who was trying to express herself but could only utter intermittent breathy sounds, and an idea popped into his head.

"Speaking of which, you can't even speak properly, how are you going to communicate with the kid?"

The Shadow Ninth Prince straightened up, crossed his arms, and a hint of "enthusiasm" crept into his smile.

"How about we teach you how to speak? Let's start with something simple... like, how to say 'sister'?"

Upon hearing this, Shadow Mountain Dream immediately became interested, her deep purple-red eyes sparkling:

"Teach me to speak? Okay, okay! Chengyi, repeat after me, 'Sister—Sister—'"

"Chirp... Ah..."

Chengyi looked at the slyly smiling Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old on her left, and then at the encouraging Shadow Mountain Dream on her right. Her little face was a little helpless, but she still tried her best to imitate the pronunciation, but only managed to utter indistinct syllables.

"No, it's 'Sister—Sister—', come on, watch my lips."

The Ninth Prince of Shadows deliberately moved closer, uttering each word slowly and deliberately, his eyes almost overflowing with amusement.

The Ninth Prince shook his head slightly from a short distance away, his tone indulgent yet helpless:

"You two, don't make things too difficult for her. Mastering language takes time; you can't rush it."

"That's more fun!"

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old laughed and retorted, having already made "teaching" Cheng Yi how to speak the greatest fun of the night.

On the other side of the room, Xia Tong was attentively tending to the camellias and lilies of the valley on the windowsill.

He held a small spray bottle in his hand, and sprinkled fine mist evenly on the leaves of the potted camellia.

At this time, Shadow Camellia did not join the ranks of "watching the newborn flower spirits".

She hovered in mid-air beside Xia Tong, her arms elegantly crossed, looking at the camellia, a barely perceptible gentleness flashing in her eyes.

But the next second, Shadow Camellia's gaze swept over the pot of lily of the valley next to the camellia, and her brows immediately furrowed.

The lily of the valley was also growing very well. At this time, it was still in the leaf-growing stage, with full and dense foliage. The leaves were a bright emerald green, and the layers of leaves were clustered together, gleaming softly under the light.

But the way Shadow Camellia looked at it was as if it had seen something that was in its way.

"Why is this thing placed here too?"

She curled her lip, her tone full of disdain.

"Taking up space."

Xia Tong paused, naturally sensing the inexplicable anger in An Ying Chun's tone.

He turned to look at the shadowy camellia floating in the air, feeling somewhat helpless.

"They all need light, so putting them together makes them easier to care for."

While explaining, Xia Tong's hands didn't stop. She tilted the spray bottle slightly, and the fine mist was evenly sprinkled onto the lily of the valley's emerald green leaves.

Glistening water droplets also rolled onto the leaves of the lily of the valley, shimmering under the light.

"snort."

Shadow Camellia gave a soft hum, and seeing that the plant she considered "an eyesore" was also receiving the same meticulous care, a vague displeasure welled up in her heart (perhaps it was dissatisfaction with Xia Tong's attention being diverted, or perhaps it was simply a "dislike" stemming from her very nature).

She floated closer, almost touching Xia Tong's arm, but her eyes remained fixed on the pot of lily of the valley, continuing to offer her critical opinions:

"The leaves are too showy and the shape is silly. It doesn't have the elegance of a camellia at all. This spot should only have this one best pot."

Her words carried a childlike domineering tone and an obvious favoritism, with a clear and unambiguous target.

Xia Tong didn't immediately refute, but patiently watered both plants and put down the watering can.

Then he turned around, took out a pudding from a bag on the ground next to him, and handed it to Shadow Tsubaki, who was still arguing with Suzuran.

"Give."

Xia Tong lowered her voice, her tone carrying a calm and reassuring quality.

"Don't worry, Tsubaki, I won't forget to take care of her."

An Yingchun glanced at the pudding offered to her, then quickly looked up at Xia Tong's calm and gentle face, and suddenly her inexplicable anger subsided.

"Who, who told you to remember this on purpose..."

She muttered something under her breath, her tone still stiff, but the way she reached out to take it was surprisingly quick, her fingertips even brushing against Xia Tong's palm unintentionally.

After receiving the pudding, An Ying Chun turned her face away, her gaze returning to the camellia. However, her slightly raised chin and quietly relaxed shoulders betrayed her improved mood.

Meanwhile, the "mini-classroom" on the other side has been quietly upgraded.

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old's eyes darted around, and a plan came to mind.

She floated closer, lowered her voice, and said in a volume only they could hear:

"Next, let's learn something even more useful. Look over there—"

Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old turned to the side, his slender fingers pointing to the other side of the room.

The shadowy camellia was floating there, its back to us, but its aura of "keep away" could be felt even from this distance.

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old's lips:

"Repeat after me—Big, silly, Chun."

Chengyi tilted her head, seemingly not understanding the meaning of the word, but she trusted the "teacher" in front of her who was teaching her to speak.

She tried her best to mimic the lip movements:

"Big...idiot...Tsubaki?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Let's do it again, make it smoother!"

"Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old is encouraging me," he said, his eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Big Silly Chun!"

Chengyi spoke much more fluently this time, although her voice still carried the immaturity of a newborn.

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream covered her mouth, her eyes wide open:

"This...this isn't really appropriate..."

The Ninth Prince shook her head slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes, because she knew that once the Ninth Prince of Dark Shadow got into a playful mood, no one could stop him.

"Alright, now fly over there and shout it out to Tsubaki!"

The Shadow Ninth Prince encouraged him, even making a "go for it" gesture.

"Show her how much you've grown!"

Chengyi nodded vigorously, her wings fluttering gently, and blue-purple light spots traced soft trajectories in the air.

She flew towards Xia Tong and An Ying Chun, her heart filled with excitement at learning new skills.

On the other side, Xia Tong and An Ying Chun turned their heads simultaneously after hearing a faint flapping sound—

Chengyi was flying towards them, her face beaming with excitement and her eyes sparkling with the light of "I'm going to show off my new skills."

She stopped a short distance from Shadow Camellia, hovering in mid-air, and took a deep breath—

"Big Silly Chun!"

A childlike, incredibly clear voice exploded in the quiet room.

Time seemed to stand still for a second.

An Yingchun's expression froze, and a vein throbbed faintly on her forehead.

"Big...idiot...Tsubaki?"

She repeated herself slowly and deliberately, her voice terrifyingly low.

Chengyi was completely unaware of the danger, and happily nodded, turning to look at the other end of the room as if to say: Teacher! I did it!

Shadow Chun followed Cheng Yi's gaze—

The Ninth Prince of Shadows was clutching her stomach, laughing so hard she rolled around in the air, her wine-red ribbons fluttering wildly.

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream nervously covered her eyes, but peeked through her fingers.

The Ninth Prince shook his head and rubbed his forehead, looking like he knew this would happen.

"Nine-thousand-year-old!"

Shadow Camellia's roar nearly lifted the roof off.

The pudding in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and she transformed into a blur, rushing straight towards the culprit who was laughing so hard he was convulsing.

"Oh dear, we've been found out!"

With a grin, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old deftly dodged Shadow Chun's attack by sidestepping.

"Little Chengyi learns very quickly, doesn't she, Chun~ Sister~?"

She dragged out the last three words in a long, sweet voice, successfully igniting Shadow Camellia's anger to a new level.

"Stop right there!"

"Come and chase me~ If you catch me, I'll give you a flick on the forehead~"

Two figures darted swiftly through the room.

An Yingchun was so angry that she chased An Ying Jiuqiansui all over the house; An Ying Jiuqiansui, on the other hand, was like a mischievous butterfly, and would occasionally turn around and make a face.

Watching the chaotic scene unfold, Xia Tong silently turned her gaze toward Dark Shadow Mountain Dream and Nine Thousand Years Old.

The Ninth Prince simply shrugged gracefully.

An Ying Shan Meng immediately waved her hands repeatedly, her long, deep purple hair swaying as she said, "I... I was just teaching Cheng Yi to say 'sister'! She suddenly said she wanted to teach that word!"

Then, the Ninth Prince gracefully raised his hand, his fingertips glowing with a soft pink light.

The space rippled slightly, and the two chasing afterimages—the furious Shadow Chun and the laughing Shadow Jiuqiansui—vanished silently as if erased by an eraser.

"Alright, let them take care of this in the other dimension."

The Ninth Prince withdrew his hand. "That 'I' went a bit too far this time. Chun really should teach her a lesson."

A few minutes later...

The space in the room rippled again, and two figures appeared one after the other.

The first to appear was Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old.

She maintained her nonchalant attitude, but upon closer inspection, one could see that her wine-red hair was slightly disheveled and the ribbons on her clothes were crooked.

The first thing she did after coming out was to straighten her clothes, muttering to herself, "Tsk, they really didn't hold back..."

Immediately afterwards, Shadow Camellia appeared.

Unlike her angry demeanor when she entered, she now crossed her arms, slightly raised her chin, and wore a calm expression that said "the problem has been solved."