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

Seeing this, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old rolled his eyes and lightly flew to Xia Tong's ear.

"Little devil~"

Her voice was low, with a smug tone that said, "I know things you don't," and her lips almost touched Xia Tong's earlobe.

"If you call out a nice name, I might tell you the answer~"

The warm breath, carried by her words, gently brushed against Xia Tong's ear, tickling it and carrying a faint scent of plum blossoms.

Xia Tong instinctively shrank her neck and tilted her head slightly, just about to say "Stop fooling around" when a cold voice rang out from the side—

"I was talking about her, not you, right? Your Excellency, the Ninth Prince."

Shadow Camellia had already floated to Shadow Nine Thousand Years's side, her arms crossed, and a dangerous undercurrent surging in her deep red eyes.

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old blinked, but instead of backing away, he moved even closer to Xia Tong's ear.

"What's wrong? Can't I even have a private chat with my little devil?"

"..."

Shadow Camellia thought that they should freeze that guy into an ice sculpture first.

She took a deep breath and turned to look at the shadowy Hongyu who was staring at Hongyu.

"That 'Red Rain' over there is yours."

Shadow Red Rain blinked, then nodded seriously.

"Um."

After receiving a response, Shadow Camellia turned her attention back to Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old.

Tiny ice crystals gathered at her fingertips, and her deep red eyes gleamed with a resolute light that said, "This time, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget."

Seeing An Yingchun's appearance, Xia Tong turned to look at An Ying Jiuqiansui beside her, speechless.

"Your Excellency, please stop flirting with her all the time."

Upon hearing this, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old turned his head, a sly glint flashing in his orange-red eyes.

Oh? You little brat, you want me to flirt with you?

Her lips moved, but she hadn't yet uttered the words—

A deep red afterimage had already pounced in front of them.

Shadow Chun transformed into a streak of light and pounced directly on the culprit who was still "whispering" in Xia Tong's ear.

"Oh dear, Tsubaki, that's dangerous."

Shadow Nine Thousand Years reacted quickly, flapping its wings and gracefully retreating a great distance, just avoiding Shadow Chun's first attack.

"Stop right there!"

"I don't want to!"

Two figures darted swiftly through the room.

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream floated in mid-air, covering Cheng Yi's eyes with both hands, her deep purple-red eyes filled with helplessness.

Every time Jiuqiansui and Chun get together, it always ends up like this.

She's used to it, but...

"Little Chengyi, don't look."

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream looked down at Cheng Yi and said this.

Xia Tong stood still, watching the sudden chase unfold, and remained silent for two seconds.

...Oh well, I'm used to it. I can't stop her anyway, so I might as well let her vent.

He turned his gaze to the other side—

"They'll be fine once they've finished making a scene."

The Ninth Prince listened to Xia Tong's words and nodded slightly, a helpless smile on his lips.

Shadow Red Rain's gaze lingered on the two chasing figures for a moment before returning to Red Rain in front of him.

Hongyu herself remained in that shocked posture, her pink eyes fixed on An Ying Hongyu, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know where to begin.

The Ninth Prince glanced at them, then gently flew to Hong Yu's side.

"Red Rain, how long can you stay visible?"

Hongyu then came to her senses, blinked, looked down at her hands, and then felt the power within her body.

"About...ten minutes? Any longer and it might not work, since my essence isn't here."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Xia Tong turned to look at the Ninth Prince, "So, Ninth Prince, you really do know the reason?"

He had just seen the Ninth Prince's surprised expression and assumed she didn't know why Hongyu had suddenly appeared.

The Ninth Prince nodded. "Yes, I understand."

"I see."

Xia Tong stroked her chin. "That was just my preconceived notion."

Although the Nine Thousand Year Old only recently formed a guardian contract, she is still one of the more experienced Elf Kings, so she naturally has some understanding of this matter.

Afterwards, the Ninth Prince did not pay attention to Xia Tong's small misunderstanding and began to explain.

"Given the current situation, it seems that your previous 'title' served as a medium, 'summoning' Hongyu here."

She paused, then turned to look at Hongyu. "However, because it's not normal spirit summoning magic, Hongyu will look like this after she comes out—it won't last long, and the damage she suffers will be doubled."

"Elf summoning magic?"

Xia Tong repeated the word thoughtfully, "Isn't this magic only usable by Flower Fairy Magicians?"

His tone carried a hint of regret.

In fact, Xia Tong had previously considered learning about the magic of the Labbel Continent. After all, it's never a bad thing to learn more, and he was also quite curious about the magic theories there.

But after being told that only Flower Fairy Magicians could learn it, he stopped thinking about it.

However, after hearing Xia Tong say this, the Ninth Prince tilted his head slightly, his tone carrying a hint of doubt:

"Huh? Who said that?"

Xia Tong blinked: "Kukuru said it."

He recalled the little prince's confident words: "He said that only flower fairies could use the spells of the flower fairies, and only the owner of the Flower Codex could learn the spells and magic of the flower fairies..."

However, as Xia Tong spoke, his voice gradually faded.

Clearly, Xia Tong had also realized the problem at this point.

Damn it, I was fooled by that good-for-nothing.

Seeing the rare change in his expression, the Ninth Prince couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Child?"

"..."

Xia Tong was silent for two seconds, then looked away expressionlessly. "I'm fine."

"And her?"

Hongyu's voice came from the side, her tone filled with confusion and a hint of unease.

Her gaze fell on Dark Shadow Red Rain, a being who shared a similar aura with her, yet was completely different.

Meanwhile, Shadow Red Rain was still blocking Red Rain's way, his orange-red eyes filled with vigilance and even a hint of hostility.

Seeing this, Xia Tong reached out and grabbed An Ying Hong Yu's hand, pulling her back a little.

An Ying Hongyu's body stiffened slightly, but she did not struggle. She simply obediently moved back a short distance.

Then, she turned her head and looked at him with her orange-red eyes filled with confusion as she asked, "Why did you pull me?"

Xia Tong didn't explain, but simply patted her shoulder gently and then looked at Hong Yu.

"She is your dark side, born from your shadow. Essentially, she is another version of you."

"The dark side...the shadow..."

Hongyu repeated the two words softly, her pink eyes widening slightly.

She looked down at her shadow on the ground.

"I'm sorry, because you said before that if your wish conflicts with someone else's wish, you won't grant it."

Xia Tong continued, pulling her thoughts back, "So we asked Hongyu, your shadow, for help."

"help……"

Hongyu paused for a moment, then remembered what had happened back then, and the expression on her face slowly changed—first a look of realization, then a complex expression mixed with regret and embarrassment.

"That, that girl..."

She fidgeted with her fingers somewhat embarrassedly, her voice trailing off, "So, Shanshan's situation was..."

"Yes, she took care of it."

Xia Tong raised her hand and gently placed it on An Ying Hong Yu's head, rubbing it. "She did a very good job."

An Ying Hong Yu was startled when touched, and subconsciously narrowed her eyes, nuzzling her head against his palm.

Hongyu watched this scene quietly from the side, and then her gaze returned to An Ying Hongyu.

This time, her eyes no longer held confusion or bewilderment; instead, they held a more complex emotion, one of understanding.

She seemed to understand why her "other side" was looking at her with that kind of gaze.

Hongyu is well aware of her shortcomings, and she has thought about changing them, but the results are often unsatisfactory.

"call--"

She took a deep breath.

"Thank you."

Hongyu looked earnestly at Anying Hongyu, "Thank you for helping that girl."

"..."

Dark Shadow Red Rain blinked, and slowly raised her head from Xia Tong's palm, a complex emotion flashing in her orange-red eyes.

She never expected that this "self" would say this to her.

"That……"

Red Rain's voice was soft, as if asking Shadow Red Rain, or perhaps asking itself, "Red Rain, are you still lonely?"

Shadow Red Rain's gaze swept across everyone in the room—

Meanwhile, Shadow Chun and Shadow Jiuqiansui were still chasing each other around the room; Shadow Shanmeng covered Chengyi's eyes while coaxing her not to worry; Jiuqiansui floated in mid-air with a gentle smile on his lips, looking over here.

Then, she turned her gaze away and looked at Xia Tong beside her.

"I'm not lonely anymore."

The voice of Shadow Red Rain was soft, but certain.

She looked at Hongyu, and the hostility in her orange-red eyes had completely disappeared, replaced by something soft that she herself couldn't quite describe.

"I have a boyfriend."

She paused, then added, "And...the neighbors."

"Neighbor?"

Hongyu blinked, clearly surprised by this extra answer.

"Um."

Dark Shadow Red Rain nodded. "This is what the Ninth Prince told me. People who live next door are neighbors. Neighbors should care for each other."

Hongyu paused for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.

She lowered her head, her fingers gently stroking the peach blossom bracelet on her wrist.

"I'm no longer alone..."

After Hongyu finished speaking, her body suddenly began to glow with a faint pink light, and the edges became somewhat transparent.

The Ninth Prince glanced at it and calmly said, "It's almost time."

"what……"

Hongyu looked down at her hands, and pink light spots drifted out from her fingertips.

She wasn't surprised, she just sighed softly.

"I don't know when I'll see you all again after this parting..."

Hongyu's voice carried a hint of reluctance.

"actually--"

Xia Tong's voice came from the side, with a hint of lighthearted teasing, "We'll go out, turn right, walk a couple of steps, turn right again, and we'll see each other again."

Hongyu paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.

She chuckled and scratched her head, her cheeks slightly flushed. "It seems so."

Yes, her essence is currently with Xia An'an, and Xia An'an's room is right next door.

Go out, turn right, walk two steps, then turn right again—isn't that next door?

"Then I'll go back."

She waved to the crowd, and her body began to dissipate into specks of pink light.

Shadow Red Rain's gaze followed the drifting pink dust.

She didn't know why, but she just felt... she should touch it.

So she stretched out her index finger and gently touched one of the spots of light.

The moment the fingertip touched it, the point of light flashed slightly, then silently shattered like a soap bubble, dissipating into even smaller rays of light into the air.

Dark Shadow Red Rain looked at her fingertips, where a faint, warm sensation remained.

Just then—

"Thump!"

A dull thud came from the other end of the room, and everyone turned to look.

All that could be seen was that the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old was frozen inside a square block of ice. Only his wine-red eyes could still move, and he was looking out through the ice with a resentful look that said, "You actually did this for real."

That dull sound was the sound of ice hitting the floor.

Shadow Chun floated above the ice block, arms crossed, her face showing the composure and satisfaction of someone who had "avenged their great grudge".

At this moment, An Ying Shan Meng finally lowered her hand from Cheng Yi's eyes. She looked at the ice on the ground, then at An Ying Chun floating above, opened her mouth as if to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"..."

After a two-second silence, Xia Tong looked at Shadow Chun, "Chun?"

Shadow Camellia remained unfazed: "She brought it on herself."

Xia Tong glanced again at the shadowy figure of the Ninth Prince inside the ice.

She was still blinking.

He sighed, walked over, and picked up the square block of ice with both hands.

The shadowy figure within the ice blinked even faster as he approached.

After placing the ice cubes on the desk, Xia Tong poked the ice surface with her finger. "Hurry up and get out yourself. You can do it, right?"

Shadow Camellia floated to the side, and upon hearing this, she gave a soft hum, but did not stop her.

Of course she knew that this ice wouldn't be able to trap that guy; she just wanted to let the Ninth Prince know that some lines shouldn't be crossed carelessly.

The shadowy Ninth Prince inside the ice blinked again after hearing Xia Tong's words.

The next second, fine cracks appeared on the ice surface.

With a soft "crack," the ice cube split in the middle, turning into a pile of ice shards scattered on the table.

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old gracefully floated out, a few tiny ice shards still clinging to his wine-red hair.

She first shook her hair to knock the ice shards off her head, and then—

"Little devil~"

Her voice trailed off, carrying a deliberate, soft, and aggrieved tone. She floated lightly toward Xia Tong, "It's so cold~"

Xia Tong subconsciously took a step back, but Shadow Nine Thousand Years was much faster than he expected, pressing right up to him. Her cool little hand gently rested on the back of his hand, her wine-red eyes looked at him with watery eyes, and her lips were slightly pursed.

"Look, Chun has frozen me so much, my hands are all cold~"

Xia Tong looked down at the Shadow Nine Thousand Years old man pressed against her arm with a blank expression.

"You brought this on yourself."

"But it's so cold~"

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old completely ignored his complaints and continued to snuggle against his arm, her tone carrying a "I won't get up unless you coax me" kind of cheeky tone, "Little brat, don't you care about me at all?"

"..."

Xia Tong felt a bit of a headache from her gaze.

"I see."

He raised his hand to stop her from approaching further, then turned to look at the shadowy Shanmeng floating to the side. "Shanmeng, can you do me a favor?"

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream blinked: "Hmm?"

Xia Tong pulled a thin blanket from the bed and handed it to An Ying Shan Meng.

"Please help the Ninth Prince warm up."

Clutching the blanket, An Ying Shan Meng looked at Xia Tong, then at An Ying Jiu Qian Sui, and nodded vigorously: "Okay!"

She unfolded the blanket and wrapped herself and Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old together inside.

"Huh? Huh?"

Before Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old could react, he was wrapped up tightly in a blanket by Shadow Mountain Dream.

The blanket was large, enveloping the two small figures inside, revealing only their faces—Shadow Mountain Dream's smile was innocent and carefree, while Shadow Nine Thousand Years' expression conveyed, "This is not what I expected."

"Will it be warm now?"

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream asked earnestly, and even deliberately tucked the edges of the blanket toward Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old.

The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old opened his mouth, about to say something—

"I want one too."

A soft, sweet voice came from the side.

Chengyi flew over at this moment, her little hands gripping the edge of the blanket, her blue-purple eyes filled with anticipation that she wanted to go in too.

Shadow Mountain Dream blinked, then smiled and lifted a corner of the blanket:

"Come in, come in!"

Chengyi immediately squeezed in, her small body nestled between Dark Shadow Mountain Dream and Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, with only her head showing.

"It's so warm."

She squinted her eyes contentedly.

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old looked down at Cheng Yi, who was squeezed next to him, and then at Dark Shadow Mountain Dream, who was smiling brightly on the other side. The slight frustration of "the plan failing" was replaced by a softer, indescribable emotion.

"Fine, this will do."

Shadow Chun floated beside Xia Tong, arms crossed, her deep red eyes sweeping over the "warm" scene before finally settling on Xia Tong's face.

"Xiao Tong, you certainly know how to make arrangements."

Xia Tong looked at the three little ones huddled together under the blanket, then turned to look at Shadow Chun, just about to speak—

As if anticipating his words, Shadow Camellia spoke first, "I'm not going. I'm not cold."

Xia Tong swallowed back the words she was about to say and nodded, "Okay, I understand."

His gaze shifted from Shadow Chun's face to the desk.

Then, Xia Tong reached out and picked up the crown that she had taken from the head of the Shadow Camellia earlier.

An Yingchun's gaze unconsciously followed it, and then she only felt a slight lightness on her head.

She instinctively raised her hand and touched it, but couldn't feel anything—her head was empty.

Shadow Chun paused for a moment.

Before she could react, Xia Tong had already handed her the crown she originally possessed.

"Let's put this back on first."

Shadow Chun looked down at the crown in his palm, then looked up at his face.

"Oh……"

She took the crown, put it back on, and moved a little slower than usual.

"That's not finished yet."

Upon hearing this, Shadow Chun paused in her movements.

"Indeed, the time was too short."

Xia Tong leaned back in her chair, her gaze falling on the crown on her head before shifting away. "I'll revise it again later, taking into account your preferences, and then I'll give it to you when it's finished."

Unusually, Shadow Camellia didn't say anything more.

Her gaze unconsciously drifted downwards, her fingertips unconsciously touching the crown on her head, and she nodded slightly.

"Um."

-

Meanwhile, in the next room.

Xia An'an was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the game guide on her phone screen.

Kukuru was pointing and gesturing beside her, but she slapped him back into the pillow.

"Shut up! I can see for myself!"

"...You just pressed the dodge button instead of the attack button."

"That was a tactical mistake! Don't you understand what a mistake is?!"

"..."

The sounds of their bickering echoed in the room.

On Xia An'an's desk, Hong Yu's essence lay quietly, and in a corner unnoticed, it glowed slightly.