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

On the windowsill, the daphne flowers were still swaying gently, but the air seemed to freeze instantly.

"Huh—???"

Shan Meng's exclamation rose even higher, her face filled with disbelief. She floated in front of Xia Tong, her small nose almost touching him, her green eyes wide open, filled with big question marks.

"But...but you have a unique and wonderful floral scent on you."

Like a small animal confirming a scent, Shan Meng sniffed carefully again, "And Xia Tong, you can also use magic."

"But I'm definitely not."

Xia Tong retreated to the side of the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, spread her hands, and first pointed at her: "There is a 'Flower Fairy'..."

Then, with his palm facing upwards, a gentle flame silently ignited, shimmering with an orange-red aura: "There is 'magic'..."

Finally, he shrugged, looking innocent: "But there's no 'messenger'."

Seeing this, Shadow Mountain, who had been quietly waiting in the back, imitated its original form and curiously floated to Xia Tong's other side, tilting its head to examine her. The cheerful smile on its face turned into an intrigued inquiry:

"Huh? If he's not a magician, then why is he looking for the Flower Fairy King?"

Hearing her words, Xia Tong's forehead seemed to crease with several invisible black lines.

"...Is it possible that I was just an unlucky kid who got too close and got caught up in it?"

Although Shanmeng had been staying inside the daphne flower, she continued to use magic to maintain her dream.

To Xia Tong at the time, this was no less than someone issuing a declaration of independence in the street.

Therefore, Xia Tong, who had a penchant for watching excitement, immediately leaned closer to see what was going on. However, Shan Meng's ability was too insidious; she was hooked after just a couple of sniffs and was pulled into a dream.

On the other side, after listening to Xia Tong's words, Shan Meng's confusion was gradually replaced by a stronger curiosity.

She drifted a little further away, tapping her chin with her finger, lost in thought.

"So... you didn't come here specifically to capture the Flower Fairy King, you were just passing by and I 'captured' you?"

Shan Meng pointed to herself, then to Xia Tong, "And then in my dream, instead of panicking, you quickly found a way to wake up?"

"Basically... that's it."

Xia Tong nodded gently.

"Wow--!"

Shanmeng suddenly exclaimed with delight, clasping her hands together. The soft light around her seemed to leap with joy. "This is so interesting!"

While Shan Meng was still staring at Xia Tong with her bright, turquoise eyes as if she had discovered some new treasure, Xia Tong's attention had already shifted from this identity "misunderstanding" back to the core of the original problem.

He turned to the side, his gaze returning to the window of Ni Ni's house. Through the glass, he could clearly see Ni Ni still lying quietly on the bed, her face serene, as if she had simply fallen into a deep sleep. Only her excessively rosy complexion and motionless posture revealed that she was trapped in a beautiful dream cage.

After watching quietly for a moment, Xia Tong raised her hand, her fingertip pointing precisely at the girl inside the window.

He turned his head, looked at Shan Meng, and said in a calm but confirming tone, "Shan Meng, what you said before still stands, right?"

"What you said before?"

Shan Meng followed his finger and looked at Ni Ni. The moment she saw Ni Ni, the excitement and curiosity on her face faded slightly, replaced by a gentler expression.

She remembered that in the dream she had woven, Ni Ni, while playing happily, had indeed looked up several times, tugging at her sleeve, by the slide made of clouds, and although she was laughing happily, she had also whispered things like, "Sister Fairy, we've been playing for a long time, will Mommy look for me?" or "I want to show my new toy to my best friend."

Those subtle concerns about the real world that were slightly obscured by the extreme joy now become clear.

Shan Meng floated gently towards the window, her fingertips touching the glass. Then she turned her head and looked at Xia Tong again. Her playful eyes had lessened, replaced by a serious expression. She nodded firmly, her twin ponytails swaying gently with the movement.

"Of course it counts, Xia Tong."

She agreed readily, after all, keeping a promise is a matter of course.

Furthermore, happiness is a gift, and imprisonment was not her intention, especially after being enlightened by someone.

She then said no more, gently raising her slender wrist, her fingertips enveloped in a fainter, softer golden halo than before, like the most delicate ray of light before dawn.

A halo of light slowly drifted out, penetrating the glass, like a warm veil, gently covering Ni Ni's forehead, and then quietly seeping in.

"Let her get a good night's sleep."

Shanmeng's voice was soft, with a soothing rhythm: "The afterglow of a beautiful dream is also a gift. She will have a peaceful dream that leads to the morning, and then wake up at the most appropriate time tomorrow morning."

After doing all this, Shan Meng drifted closer to Xia Tong again. This time, she maintained a polite distance, but the curiosity and interest in her eyes were even more intense.

Then she tilted her head slightly to look at Xia Tong, "This is fine, right?"

Thank you.

Xia Tong looked at Ni Ni's sleeping face, which seemed even more relaxed, and simply thanked her.

But instead of turning away as Shadow Nine Thousand Years had expected, he took a small step forward, his gaze calm and directly meeting Shan Meng's inquisitive eyes.

"Oh, right, after that..."

Xia Tong spoke, her tone as casual as if she were saying something perfectly natural, "I hope you can come home with me."

"Huh?!"

The Ninth Prince of Shadows was the first to exclaim in surprise, staring at Xia Tong with a furrowed brow and an expression that said, "Did you hit your head in your dream?"

Before her voice had even faded, another voice followed, carrying a more obvious, childish dissatisfaction.

"etc--!"

The shadow mountain dream, which had been quietly floating to the side with a cheerful smile, suddenly lost its composure.

She floated angrily in front of Xia Tong, almost touching his nose. Her gray-blue eyes, slightly grayer than her real body but more lively, were filled with the word "unreasonable".

"Why only invite 'her' home?"

Shadow Mountain Dream pointed at Mountain Dream, then at herself, "What about 'me'? 'I'm also Mountain Dream! It was you, Xia Tong, who 'woke' me up! And I even helped you 'supervise' the fairness of the game! Why don't you invite me to come home and play together?"

She crossed her arms, and the yellowish-gray aura around her seemed to flicker due to emotional fluctuations, as if emphasizing her presence.

"That's not fair! This is not fair!"

At the same time, Shan Meng herself, who was invited, was also taken aback for a moment. Her long eyelashes fluttered twice, and then a bright smile that mixed surprise and great interest bloomed on her face:

"Going home with Xia Tong? Why? Is it because I'm interesting and you want to 'collect' me?"

She even joked, clearly finding the sudden invitation incredibly novel.

The scene was somewhat chaotic. The displeasure of Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, the grievance of Shadow Mountain Dream, and the spectator's gaze of True Form Mountain Dream were all focused on Xia Tong.

Looking at the scene before her, which was described as "three women making a drama" (although the three of them were not "people" in the strict sense), Xia Tong raised her hand and gently pressed her temples.

Then Xia Tong turned to the disapproving Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old and explained:

"Your Excellency, don't look at me like that. I may not be a Flower Fairy Magician, but my sister is. Look, we just happened to run into the Flower Fairy King, didn't we? Bringing her back would be a small favor for my sister, saving her from running around outside all the time. Isn't that great?"

"Nine thousand years old?"

As soon as Xia Tong finished speaking, two soft exclamations of doubt rang out almost simultaneously from the side.

Shanmeng and Shadow Shanmeng's attention instantly shifted from Xia Tong's invitation, and their two similar but slightly different eyes turned to Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, filled with curiosity and inquiry.

Shan Meng drifted closer, tilting her head, her bluish-green eyes carefully examining the wine-red plum blossom robes of the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, as well as his eyes of the same color.

"Nine thousand years old? I remember the Plum Blossom Elf King was nine thousand years old... but he doesn't seem to be like that?"

Her voice was filled with pure doubt, as if she were verifying the image of the Plum Blossom Elf King, who was nine thousand years old, in her memory.

Shadow Mountain Dream even circled around Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old for a short distance, her gray-blue eyes wide open, her tone lively and direct.

"The colors are different! The styles of the clothes are also very different! And it feels... um, the scent is a bit like plum blossoms, but mixed with something else... the scent of 'Shadow'?"

She struggled to find the right words, finally pointing directly at the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old himself, "But you do resemble the Plum Blossom Elf King a bit, how strange!"

Being stared at like a rare species by the two "Mountain Dreamers," Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old clicked his tongue somewhat uncomfortably, hugged his arms tighter, and glanced to the side with his wine-red eyes:

"I am who I am, and I have nothing to do with the 'Nine Thousand Years Old' you all know. Have you seen enough?"

"Okay, okay."

Xia Tong spoke up at the right moment, bringing the topic back on track, and said to Shadow Mountain Dream, "To put it simply, her situation is somewhat similar to yours, Mountain Dream."

He pointed at Shadow Mountain Dream, who immediately pointed to herself and winked.

"She was originally the 'shadow' of that nine-thousand-year-old man you know."

Xia Tong continued, her tone calm, "However, later, I helped her a little, allowing her to upgrade from a 'shadow' state, or rather, transform into what she is now, possessing an independent form of existence. So, she is indeed nine thousand years old, but not the Plum Blossom Elf King that you usually know. She is a new individual."

"Oh—I see!"

Shan Meng clapped her hands lightly as if suddenly realizing something, the confusion in her eyes dissipating and replaced by a brighter research interest. "From a shadow to an independent spirit... what a wondrous process! Xia Tong, you really do have many interesting secrets hidden within you!"

However, Shadow Mountain Dream's focus was somewhat different. She floated to the side of Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, and this time it was no longer an examination, but rather a feeling of closeness.

"So you used to be a shadow too! Then we're the same kind? Hmm... but you seem really amazing now, much more capable than me!"

There was little jealousy in her words; rather, they were more of a frank sentiment and a hint of envy.

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old merely raised an eyebrow slightly at Shadow Mountain Dream's sudden "family reunion" without saying anything.

However, she then thought of some fun things and started chatting with Shadow Mountain Dream.