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

Faced with Xia Tong's question, the Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old's wine-red eyes darted nervously left and right.

The next second—

"Kid! I was wrong!"

She moved with the speed of a wine-red streak, flying to the desk in a flash, her hands clasped together above her head, her forehead touching the tabletop, her posture so perfect it looked like she had rehearsed it countless times.

"I shouldn't have shown them that kind of thing! Next time I'll definitely check the content first! I promise!"

Xia Tong stared at her "sliding knee" posture and remained silent for two seconds.

"You're pretty quick to admit your mistake."

"Of course!"

The Ninth Prince of Shadows raised his head, patted his chest confidently, and declared, "Admitting my mistakes and correcting them is one of my strengths!"

"You call that an advantage?"

An Yingchun's voice drifted over from the side, carrying a disdainful tone as if to say, "Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about what constitutes a good point?"

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old pretended not to hear and continued to maintain her "sincerely admitting her mistake" posture, but secretly glanced at Xia Tong out of the corner of her eye.

Xia Tong didn't speak immediately. He first raised his hand towards the still-lit tablet, and the tablet floated over lightly.

After turning it off and placing it on the desk, Xia Tong looked at Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old again.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that the pose of Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old looked strangely familiar.

"I say, Your Majesty, you've learned quite a lot online."

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old's body stiffened for a moment, then he revealed an "innocent" smile: "Huh? What online? I don't know what you're talking about, kid~"

Xia Tong ignored her feigned ignorance and continued, "There are all sorts of monsters and demons on the internet, so don't look at everything."

"Okay, okay, I got it."

Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old blinked and nodded obediently. Then he got up from his "sliding kneeling" position, tidied his hair with a grin, and said, "I'll definitely pay attention next time."

Xia Tong glanced at her, too lazy to pursue the matter any further.

He knew that while the Ninth Prince agreed faster than anyone else, it was hard to say whether she would repeat the mistake next time.

However, she should at least tone it down a bit in the short term... Hmm, speaking of which, should we restrict her internet use a little these next few days?

As Xia Tong thought this, she reached out and rubbed the head of An Ying Shan Meng, who was still somewhat shaken and resting on her right shoulder.

He gently stroked the ahoge (cowlick) on An Ying Shan Meng's head, causing it to sway slightly. She blinked her deep purple-red eyes, and the initial fright was gradually replaced by a sense of relief, causing her body to relax.

"If you know it's scary, then don't watch it."

An Ying Shan Meng nodded gently and said "Mmm," her silver-white twin tails swaying gently with her movements.

Then, Xia Tong took the Chengyi hair ornament off her head.

The little one was held in his palm, his blue-violet eyes were watery, his body was still trembling slightly, and his two little hands were tightly gripping his fingers.

Xia Tong extended another finger and gently stroked the top of her head.

Chengyi blinked, slowly loosened her grip on his hand, and instead hugged his thumb, rubbing her cheek against it.

Just then, a small figure floated over silently.

Dark Shadow Red Rain gently flapped its wings and floated to Xia Tong's left shoulder, where it lay quietly.

Xia Tong felt a slight weight on her shoulder, turned her head to look at her, and raised her hand to gently pat her head.

After Xia Tong withdrew her hand, An Ying Shan Meng noticed the notebook Xia Tong had placed on the table.

"Xia Tong, are you painting the Ninth Prince?"

She tilted her head, her deep purple-red eyes reflecting the pink, elegant figure on the paper.

Upon hearing this, Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old's wine-red eyes lit up, and he "whooshed" over to the laptop.

"Hmm? Kid, you can draw too?"

Her gaze fell on the painting, her tone carrying a hint of surprise, but it quickly turned into an indescribable emotion.

Huh? Is it that "Nine Thousand Years Old" and not myself?

Chengyi also flew over and landed on the edge of the notebook, her blue-purple eyes staring curiously at the Ninth Prince in the painting.

"So beautiful..."

Her voice was full of admiration.

However, just as Shadow Tsubaki, Shadow Red Rain, and Nine Thousand Years Old wanted to fly closer to take a look—

"Ah! A ghost!"

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream suddenly let out a short cry of surprise, flapped its wings, and bounced back a short distance while holding Chengyi.

She was just about to ask Xia Tong to draw one for her because she thought Xia Tong's drawing of the Ninth Prince was so beautiful, when suddenly the Ninth Prince's eyes in the drawing slowly turned and looked at them.

The Shadow Ninth Prince beside him was also startled and stared intently at the Ninth Prince in the painting with a serious expression.

An Ying Chun and An Ying Hong Yu were drawn by An Ying Shan Meng's scream and turned to look at her at the same time, but An Ying Shan Meng had already flown towards Xia Tong and grabbed his arm.

"Xia Tong, something's wrong! That...that Ninth Prince in the painting...his eyes are moving!"

The Ninth Prince flew over, looked at the painting, then at the frightened expressions of Dark Shadow Mountain Dream and the other two, and sighed softly.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken? There are only traces of magic on this painting—"

Immediately, the Ninth Prince seemed to realize something and turned to look at Xia Tong, "A child?"

Xia Tong simply reached out and picked up the notebook.

"Don't be afraid, it's not a ghost, it's just a 'talisman'."

"amulet?"

Dark Shadow Mountain Dream blinked, and the fear in her deep purple-red eyes was gradually replaced by confusion.

Xia Tong tore the drawing out of the notebook and explained:

"I simply put some magic on it so that it can react to its surroundings."

"So that's how it is..."

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old breathed a sigh of relief, then resumed his grinning expression. "Kid, you scared me to death."

"You're just scaring yourself."

Xia Tong folded the painting into a neat little square.

Well, that's not enough. We need to find something to put it in so it's easy to carry.

He stared at the small cube in his hand and thought for a moment.

Plum blossom sachet?

The Ninth Prince is the Plum Blossom Fairy King, so it's quite fitting to use a plum blossom sachet to hold her portrait.

Moreover, the fragrance of plum blossoms has a calming effect, which Qian Han would probably like.

Thinking of this, Xia Tong raised her other hand, a soft light emanating from her palm.

A few seconds later, an exquisite plum blossom sachet appeared in his hand.

Xia Tong then stuffed it into the sachet.

Then, he reached out and picked up the peach wood staff on the desk.

Immediately afterwards, a soft white light emanated from his palm, instantly covering the entire staff.

With a flash of light, the staff vanished from his hand.

An Yingchun's gaze lingered for a moment on the empty hand before moving to Xia Tong's face.

"Xiaotong, are you going out again?"

"Um."

Xia Tong nodded, held up the plum blossom sachet in front of An Yingchun and waved it, "This is for Qian Han. Chun, you should recognize her."

Of course, Shadow Tsubaki recognized it.

That seemingly gentle human girl was injured yesterday, and Xia Tong treated her.

And that person always stood quietly to the side, never making a sound even though they couldn't see anything.

She didn't dislike her.

Xia Tong didn't mind that An Yingchun didn't speak. She picked up the notebook from the table, opened it to a page, and handed it to An Yingchun.

"Let's discuss this with Qian Han as well."

Shadow Camellia looked down—

It was a breakdown of the ice crystal camellia hair accessory, along with a drawing of her face after she put it on, and her dress was drawn next to it.

No, to be precise, it was a design sketch drawn for her—a new dress.

Shadow Camellia's gaze lingered on the draft for several seconds.

"When...did you draw this?"

Her voice sounded no different than usual, but she spoke a little slower than usual.

"I couldn't sleep last night, and that's when inspiration struck."

Xia Tong answered truthfully, tapping her fingertip lightly on the edge of the notebook, "However, this is only a first draft, and the specific details still need to be revised. Qian Han is very good at fashion design, so I would like to hear her opinion."

Shadow Camellia remained silent for a moment.

Then, she raised her head, her deep red eyes looking at Xia Tong.

"I'll go too."

But as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly remembered something and asked, "Xiaotong, will your sister be coming along too?"

Xia Tong blinked: "Uh, right."

Shadow Camellia then remained silent for two seconds.

"Then I won't go."

She turned her face away, crossed her arms over her chest again, raised her chin slightly, and resumed her "keep away" queenly demeanor.

But her slightly pursed lips and slightly faster speech still betrayed a hint of awkwardness.

Xia Tong looked at her but didn't ask any further questions.

He knew that Chun and her sister... still needed some time.

Anyway, this kind of thing is like asking why crows resemble writing desks.

"Oh well."

Xia Tong closed the notebook and held it in her hand along with the plum blossom sachet.

Just then—

"Then I'll go!"

A wine-red figure flew over with a "whoosh." The Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old floated in front of Xia Tong with bright eyes, put his hands together, and his face was full of "Take me with you, take me with you."

"Kid, how can you go out without an attendant? I can keep an eye on that ordinary human girl for you, in case she's in any danger..."

"You are not allowed to go."

An Yingchun's voice came coldly from the side.

She had already floated to the side of Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old, reached out and grabbed her ear.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

The smile on Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old's face froze instantly. "Tsubaki, what are you doing?!"

"Don't cause trouble for Xiaotong and the others."

Shadow Camellia's tone left no room for doubt. Although the force in her hand was not heavy, the sense of oppression that said "try moving" was overwhelming.

"How could I cause trouble! I'm very reliable!"

Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old struggled to break free, but Shadow Chun's fingers held her firmly, without moving an inch.

"Are you reliable?"

An Yingchun raised an eyebrow slightly, her tone full of disdain.

Dark Shadow Nine Thousand Years Old opened his mouth, wanting to try again, but after meeting Dark Shadow Chun's deep red eyes that seemed to say "If you make another sound, I'll freeze you up," he wisely shut his mouth.

But those wine-red eyes still stared at Xia Tong with unwavering determination, their eyes filled with the message, "Kid, say something for me!"

Xia Tong glanced at An Ying Chun's "no room for negotiation" face, and then at An Ying Jiu Qian Sui's "please" eyes.

"Maybe next time."

He chose a compromise: "I'll take you next time."

The expression on the face of the Ninth Prince of Shadows visibly wilted, but he still obediently nodded.

"It's a promise then, you have to take me next time."

"Yes, it's settled."

Xia Tong nodded, then put the plum blossom sachet into her pocket.

"Then I'm leaving."

He waved to the elves in the room, then pushed open the door and went out.

Meanwhile, on the other side—