“No matter where they are, all that matters is that they are safe.” Su Xi said. She thought of something else and smiled: “We on the other hand need to make the preparations for their wedding. Whether it’s for Little Jiu or Little Jiu’s mother Wanrong, I think that we need to make sure this wedding is going to be wonderful.”
“That’s for sure.” Feng Sanyuan nodded and smiled in agreement.
On the other side, Little Feng Ye and Zhao Yang had arrived at the martial arts training field and when he looked at the guards who were there sparring, Little Feng Ye’s rolled his eyes then he held on to his stomach and screamed: “Little Yangyang, my stomach hurts.”
Zhao Yang was startled and he said: “Then I will take you to see the Royal Doctor.”
“No need, no need, just take me back and I will be fine after I have a nap.” The little guy said quickly.
Upon hearing this, creases appeared on Zhao Yang’s forehead and he said to Little Feng Ye who was clinging on to his back and refused to come down: “Master, do you want to memorise mental cultivation methods or do you want to lift weights?”
“I want to sleep, I want to eat delicious food, I want to play, I want to…” The little guy sprawled on his back and used his soft clingy voice as he spoke. His delicate face was wrinkled together, his little mouth was pursed together.
“You can only choose between memorising mental cultivation methods or boxing practice.”
“But I don’t understand the mental cultivation methods that I memorise. I’ve memorised them all but I don’t understand anything!” The little guy slid off Zhao Yang’s back and pursed his lips together in a pout, his eyes were filled with tears as he looked at him: “Little Yangyang, that’s not fun at all.”
When he saw this, Zhao Yang thought for a while, then he said: “Then I will take you somewhere else.” He said, and took his hand in his as he led him to another place.
“What are we going to do? Where are we going to play.” Little Feng Ye asked as he walked alongside him with his little legs and asked questions from time to time.
“You’ll know when we get there.” Zhao Yang said. He had brought him to an empty side hall.
When they arrived inside the empty side hall, Zhao Yang stopped and took a look around, then he said to Little Feng Ye: “Master, my Father and Mother, and my Grandfather and Grandmother are all here. Have you seen them before?”
Little Feng Ye’s eyes widened when he heard this and his innocent eyes looked around: “No, there is no one here.”
However, as soon as he had spoken, a figure gradually appeared. It was a woman dressed in a plain and elegant dress, but her face was slightly pale.
“Yangyang, why did you bring Little Feng Ye here today?”
“Huh? Why did she appear suddenly?” Little Feng Ye looked at the woman approaching curiously: “Who are you? I’ve never seen you before.”
“She is my Mother. My Mother belongs to Princess. They’ve come to see me.” Zhao Yang said, and he raised his head up to look at his mother: “Mother, has your cultivation level become more powerful again?”
Ever since they had started practising their cultivation, they were able to appear under the sun in daylight and their cultivation strength had also improved a lot. Moreover, they were able to control their own breath very well now too, so there was no need to worry about their negative energy affecting his body.
“Princess?” The little tilted his head and asked curiously: “Is that my niece who is older than me but has to call me Little Uncle?”
Upon hearing this, another figure appeared from the dark. It was Zhao Yang’s father. He wore a smile on his face and he nodded and said: “That’s right, it’s her. She’s called Feng Jiu and she is a very powerful person.”
The little guy thought for a while, his lips were pursed slightly as he did, then he said in anguish: “But I don’t know her, I don’t remember what she looks like anymore.”
