"Sister, I'm going to find medicinal plants."
The Little Prince couldn't sit still, carrying a small basket on his back, he dashed off into the distance.
"Yin'er, follow Xuan'er, don't let him run around recklessly."
Su Qingluo's eyes flickered, and she telepathically communicated with Little Kingfisher.
"Got it."
Little Kingfisher circled above the valley, its agile black eyes accurately capturing the Little Prince's figure, chasing after him like a lightning bolt.
"Miss Qingluo, when are we going to pick mushrooms?"
Ying'er saw the Little Prince running far away, feeling a little envious.
She also wanted to wander around the valley, maybe she could dig up a Hundred-Year-Old Ginseng or a Thousand-Year-Old Lingzhi Mushroom, and brag about it when she returned.
"There must be mushrooms in the low and damp shrubbery ahead."
