All beasts submit, and the peerless imperial princess is about to defy the heavens!

Grandpa Hai glared at her defiantly, "How could a girl not care about her appearance? Don't refuse, consider it compensation from your grandfather."

Left with no other choice, Feng Ning had to agree.

Anyway, it's not that easy to do, so let them do whatever they want.

She took her leave, holding the box, saying, "Now that things have been clarified, I'll head back first. As for the family competition, I will participate."

Grandpa Hai waved to her with a smile, "Go ahead, don't worry. Whether you win or lose, Grandpa won't blame you. Your happiness is the most important thing."

Feng Ning waved to the person behind her and quickly walked out.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief once she returned to her own courtyard.

It has to be said that having lived in a world devoid of emotion, being treated with such enthusiasm all of a sudden was quite overwhelming for her.

I just feel really unwell.

Back in her room, she picked up the box again and took out the spatial ring that lay quietly inside.

She dripped blood onto the ring, and it emitted a faint glow. In a flash, she found herself in an unfamiliar place.

She immediately assumed a defensive stance, gripping the dagger in her hand.

Surprisingly, there was no danger here.

She didn't detect any breathing activity inside, which made her breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Then, a question arose: "Where is this place?"

All she saw was a lush, green world with mountains, water, flowers, and trees.

There is also a small bamboo house standing by the lake, which gives it a secluded and idyllic feel.

It's simply a paradise on earth.

There was only one strange thing: there seemed to be no living creatures in this fairyland, and not even a bird's call could be heard.

She tentatively ventured slowly into the small courtyard outside the bamboo house.

There was still no movement.

There is a very pretty sapling in the yard, about two meters tall.

She glanced at it briefly and called out, "Is anyone home?"

No one responded.

She went straight in.

The small bamboo house has a total of three rooms.

The middle room seems to be the reception area, with a tea room, a living room, and a dining area; it looks quite ordinary.

The room on the left seems to be a study, with some books, a desk, and a complete set of writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

She casually flipped through it and found it contained mostly historical accounts, nothing particularly interesting. After a couple of quick glances, she lost interest and stopped paying attention.

The room on the right only had a table, not even a chair, and looked very empty and strange.

This appears to be a small courtyard where someone once lived.

But who would live in such a desolate and strange place?

Aside from the extremely dense spiritual energy, there doesn't seem to be anything special about this place.

She couldn't figure it out, but she wasn't bothered by it. Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly felt a noise upstairs.

She was confused.

Because when she looked out from the courtyard just now, she didn't see a second floor, which meant there was only one floor here, but now she clearly heard noises coming from upstairs.

what on earth is it?

She became even more puzzled when she saw that there was no staircase leading to the second floor from the first floor.

She suppressed her confusion and quietly left the room.

Then I looked at the roof, and there was no second floor above it.

But a little dumpling was sitting on the roof.

It really is a little dumpling.

It looks like a little tree dumpling that has come to life, with green leaves on its head, a fair and tender face, and tiny arms and legs.

Aside from the strange-looking leaves on his head, he looked like a five or six-year-old child.

At this moment, he was looking at Feng Ning with a serious expression, "How did you get in?"

Feng Ning shook her head. "I don't know."

She didn't even know where she was, so how would she know how she got in?

The little dumpling suddenly tumbled off the roof, startling Feng Ning, who rushed forward to catch her.

But he didn't wait for her to catch him; he landed steadily on the ground.

Then, with a serious expression, she asked, "So how did you get here?"

Feng Ning shrugged. "I dripped a drop of blood onto the ring and ended up here. Where is this place?"

The little dumpling frowned and pondered for a while, then looked at her again, seemingly conflicted, yet constantly trying to convince herself.

Finally, he sighed and said, "Then you are probably my master."

Feng Ning hurriedly took two steps back, "Hey hey hey! I don't have such bad habits, don't talk nonsense."

The little dumpling's face scrunched up even more, its eyebrows squeezed together, forming a deep frown.

"The ring you mentioned is in this very space right now. You said that by dripping blood on it, you formed a contract with the ring, becoming its owner, and also my owner."

Feng Ning quickly understood what he meant, but she didn't quite grasp it.

"The ring, can we still go inside?"

Why can't I access the bracelet space that the expert gave me before?

The little dumpling nodded. "Yes, only high-grade rings can accommodate living creatures, but that's one in a million."

She suddenly became curious about who her adoptive mother was, that she could have such a wonderful child.

She raised an eyebrow at the little dumpling, "Then who are you?"

The little dumpling's brows relaxed a bit. "I am the spirit of this space. Before you appeared, I managed this space."

Feng Ning nodded. "So you're not human?"

"I am a spirit of an artifact, so of course I am not human."

She continued, "So now, this ring is mine, the space is mine, and you are mine too, right?"

The little dumpling nodded. "Logically speaking, that's how it should be."

Feng Ning laughed instantly, "I didn't expect such a good thing. Okay, okay, I'll happily accept it then. By the way, little dumpling, what's your name?"

The little dumpling scrunched up its face. "I don't have a name, but now that you're my master, you can give me one."

He actually has a name.

But that name was too embarrassing, and he wanted to change it.

Because his name is "Little Baby"!

He's a grown man now, how can he be called by such a name?

Feng Ning thought about it seriously for a while and then said, "Then you can be called Kongkong."

The little dumpling breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, Kongkong greets Master."

Feng Ning hurriedly waved her hand, "Don't call me master, just call me sister."

She wasn't used to being called "master" or anything like that.

Kongkong smiled and nodded, "Okay, sister, shall I show you around?"