Soon, the two of them arrived at the crossroads.
The prince was still marching forward, but Feng Wu stopped him and pulled him into a thick growth of grass.
He felt only half-awake, and he looked at Feng Wu in bewilderment.
The grass was tall enough to cover them completely, so if they didn't walk out of it, they wouldn't be spotted.
Feng Wu lowered her voice and whispered in the prince's ear, "There's a secret guard behind that rock to the northeast."
The prince was suddenly alarmed.
He looked in that direction and soon saw a shadow under the moonlight.
He took a deep breath.
"There's someone up in the tree to the northwest as well."
The younger prince was speechless.
"See that branch over there? All the branches around it are swaying in the wind, but it isn't. Why do you think that is?"
The prince asked, "Is it because it's fake?"
