章節 1658: Wandering outside

Hell's Palace secretly contacted Feng Guards while repairing the Phoenix Empire's palace and waiting for Feng Jiu and others to return.

In a town some distance away from the Imperial City, the seven or eight years old Zhao Yang led the three-year-old Little Feng Ye into an alley. Their clothes were changed into those of ordinary children. Moreover, Little Feng Ye was wearing a small printed skirt with his hair tied into two braids, looking remarkably like a little girl. The Feng Guards who rummaged through the whole palace wouldn't be able to find the little prince as he was turned into a delicate little girl.

"Sunny, are my parents still alive? They must be alive, right?" A tiny figure was speaking in a tender and mellifluous voice. There was a hint of resoluteness in his voice. 

He firmly believed that his parents must still be alive.

"Mm, alive. They're surely alive." Zhao Yang nodded. His face was grim.