The Favored Concubine: The Doting Prince

Yuan Yi held Fan Yue's small hand and gently pushed aside her fingers. He did not see the terrible scars as he had imagined, and the white and tender palm was as normal.

Yuxiao and Yuliao looked at each other and then at Yuan Yi. Yuan Yi shook his head slightly, signaling them not to make it public. He couldn't explain the current situation too clearly, and he couldn't explain it clearly to Fan Yue.

Cui Tao hugged the honey jar tightly in her hand. She didn't really understand what was going on, but she felt that her young lady was too powerful. She could easily break something that several grown men couldn't break into pieces, leaving nothing behind!

Cuitao's round eyes widened, she held her breath and concentrated, feeling a spontaneous admiration for Fanyue!

"Maybe this talisman is a bit old, plus the Crown Princess is born with supernatural powers?" Yuxiao stepped forward to explain, thinking of breaking the silence.

The word "divine power" came out of his mouth, but he regretted it when he saw Yu Liao's expression of trying not to laugh. Fortunately, Fan Yue was more concerned about the little flower spirit that was released, so he didn't hear his compliment clearly.

At this time, the little flower spirit was sitting on the small table in a daze. She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable without the cage under her butt. She touched the wooden table with her little hand, and the touch was no longer cold and hard.

"Are you okay?" I thought the little flower spirit would be very happy to regain its freedom, but it looked timid and just kept touching around.

Hearing the sound, the little flower spirit looked up. Just as a smile appeared on its stiff little face, it saw that an inconspicuous iron ring on its left ankle was also broken.

It was obvious that the breaking of this small iron ring had a much greater impact on the little flower spirit than the disappearance of the cage.

The little flower spirit flapped its wings tentatively. As the frequency of its wings flapped faster and faster, the flower spirit gradually rose up and slowly left the table. Its height was almost the same as the height of the cage.

After reaching this height, Hua Ling paused for a moment, then tried to fly upwards again, flying higher and higher until it even flew above Fan Yue's head.

This height made the little flower spirit both excited and scared. It had not flown so high for a long, long time. Normally, it would be tied with a heavy iron chain when released from the cage, and could only fly around in designated flowers. It had no need for this height at all. It was no longer used to such a distance.

Fan Yue looked at its slow movements and stretched out his hand worriedly. The little flower spirit first flew towards the palm of Fan Yue's hand out of habit, but it only moved forward for a while and then stopped, staring at Fan Yue in a daze.

It was that look that spoke a thousand words, her emerald green eyes were as clear as water, sparkling in the sun.

Looking at his empty hands, Fan Yue felt an indescribable sense of emptiness in his heart. Well, this little guy had only met him a few times, so of course he would choose freedom without hesitation.

The little flower spirit did not turn around and run away as imagined, but flew around Fan Yue, slowly accelerating in circles.

What is amazing is that this little flower spirit does not fly as gracefully as a butterfly, but flies very fast, like a bird trying its best to rush into the sky.

The air was quickly cut apart, with bursts of "buzzing" sounds. The flower spirit was accelerating wantonly, as if it was showing off or complaining.

At first, Xiaocuitao followed the little purple figure with his eyes, but gradually he gave up and his eyes and neck began to ache.

On the last circle, the flower spirit stopped in front of Fan Yue. Fan Yue looked at it intently. Her eyes were calm but a sense of joy was spreading in them. The little flower spirit was no longer the little purple-skinned monster.

Its skin turned from dark purple to almost transparent, as if it was formed by the gathering of fresh water from a source, and took the shape of a little man. The little guy shyly conjured up a light purple skirt for himself, and the transparent gauze was blown by the wind.

There is hair on the bald head, the silver-white hair ends are slightly curled with a few strands of purple, adding a bit of playfulness and charm to the fairy-like agility.

At this time, it flapped its little wings and looked down at Fan Yue condescendingly.

Is this what it really looks like?

However, beauty often comes with distance.

Is this the distance between monsters and humans? Some people spend their entire lives thinking about changing their appearance, but monsters only need to go around a few times.

However, people can also destroy it easily. For example, with her command, this cute fairy-like spirit will turn into that terrifying thing.

Gu Fanyue felt ashamed of the idea that came to her mind.

The little flower spirit paused for a moment, then turned decisively and flew towards the deep bamboo forest in the distance. It flew so fast that Fan Yue hurriedly looked up to look for it, but all he could see was blue, and he couldn't even see the little fellow's figure.

Fan Yue clenched his right hand. Although there was no scar, the burning pain just now was real, and the indescribable pain in his heart was also real.

She didn't feel that her kindness was being betrayed, but she couldn't help but worry whether it would be caught again if it flew away, or whether it would be hungry. Then she began to laugh at herself for her overflowing maternal love and compassion as she got older.