Returning after a three-year escape from death, the tyrant has turned evil.

Chapter 167 Song Yi—An Interesting Prey
He had seen many women from the Central Plains before, but he had never seen one as beautiful as the one in front of him.

Could it be that the emperor's palace in the Central Plains was full of beauties like this? If even the palace maids looked like this, then how beautiful must his concubines be?

Song Yi bit him hard, wishing she could tear a piece of flesh off his hand.

Wolf Owl didn't resist, he just stared at her, watching her stubborn and futile resistance, and a strange light once again appeared in his deep eyes.

It's been a long time since I've caught such fun prey.

Song Yi bit down for a long time, until her mouth ached, but she still wouldn't let go.

Seeing this, Ashina Wolf Owl reached out and grabbed her chin tightly. His strength was so great that Song Yi's skin instantly turned red, and she was forced to open her mouth wide.

He freed his hand, looked at the teeth marks on it, and sneered, "You've already bitten me twice."

Song Yi groaned in pain, tears welling in her eyes, yet she stubbornly refused to give in, glaring at him intently.

Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are beautiful?

He licked his lips, released Song Yi, and then suddenly drew the curved knife from his waist, pressing the sharp blade against Song Yi's fair neck.

Wolf Owl squinted at the blue veins throbbing beneath her thin skin and said coldly:
“Tell me, are you really the emperor’s woman? If you lie, I will cut your throat without mercy.”

Song Yi raised her head and said, slowly and deliberately, "No, that's not it."

Suppressing her fear, she spoke rapidly, "Do you think any of the emperor's concubines would be like me? Not staying by the emperor's side, but running off to that little cave, and then being kidnapped by you?"

Wolf Owl looked at her with some suspicion.

"I told you I'm just a palace maid. The general over there needs me to scout ahead. If I were that important, I would have been protected by His Majesty long ago. How would you have had the chance to capture me?"

He sheathed his scimitar and sized up Song Yi.

Her dress was clearly not fancy, just a very ordinary dress, and she only wore a plain hairpin in her black hair. If she were a concubine, she shouldn't look like this.

Ashina Wolf Owl was immediately somewhat depressed.

Song Yi observed his expression and said cautiously, "So you should release me. It's no use arresting me."

“I should lock you up in jail, with your soldiers.”

Song Yi's expression changed slightly.

She knew that not all the soldiers who couldn't return had died on the battlefield; some had been captured and imprisoned, perhaps in an attempt to extract information from them.

Wolf Owl observed her expression and was somewhat displeased to see that she had not yet shown any fear in her eyes.

"Let me go. It's no use arresting me. I'm just a palace maid who was brought here from the palace. I've been traveling all this way and I'm only responsible for washing clothes and cooking for people. I don't know anything else."

He raised an eyebrow and suddenly said, "Okay."

Immediately afterwards, he cut the rope binding Song Yi without hesitation.

Song Yi looked at him in surprise.

He smiled and pointed to the door, "Go ahead and run. If you can run, that's your skill."

Without hesitation, Song Yi turned around, lifted the curtain, and went out.

Immediately afterwards, someone raised a curved knife and blocked her way.

She stopped in her tracks and squinted as she looked into the distance.

An endless, vast, and flat grassland.

She couldn't see the familiar places, the familiar mountains, or the familiar people.

Song Yi suddenly felt a sense of despair.

Will she be able to be rescued?
Wolf Owl followed closely behind, observing her changing expression, and laughed, "Go ahead and run. If you dare to run, our arrows will mercilessly pierce your body, how about that?" Faced with his threat, Song Yi stood expressionlessly at the door for a while, then turned and went inside.

Wolf Owl followed her inside and said, "This entire camp is my territory. This is where I occasionally come to rest. You should stay here. Of course, if you try to escape, I will immediately lock you up in jail."

"I'm sure you'll be very happy to see those soldiers, won't you?"

Song Yi clenched his fists, remaining silent.

Wolf Owl looked down at her.

The women of the Central Plains had slender frames, unlike the maids around him, most of whom were robust and had darker skin due to years of exposure to the wind and sun.

Song Yi's skin was porcelain white, with a hint of pink. She was slender with a willow-like waist, like a hairpin made of mutton fat jade, which looked fragile and easily broken. But recalling her stubborn expression, one could see that she was actually hiding a sharp edge.

Wolf Owl had never seen a woman like this before, and his gaze toward Song Yi grew increasingly ardent.

"You still haven't told me what your name is?"

Song Yi remained silent.

"Are you mute?"

He strode to the low table, slammed the paper and pen on it, and said quietly, "If you don't want to talk, you can write it down."

"If you don't write it down, you know what the consequences will be."

Song Yi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he had no choice but to pick up the pen and write down the two characters "Song Yi".

Her handwriting wasn't as elegant and beautiful as Wolf Owl had imagined, but he was still quite satisfied. He picked up the paper, read it twice, and then folded it.

An idea popped into his head. Even though he knew Song Yi wouldn't agree, he still wanted to say it on purpose to tease her.

"Since you're a palace maid, you can do laundry and cook, so you're fine either way, right? Why don't you stay and become my maid?"

Song Yi pursed her lips and said coldly, "You have so many maids around you, do you need me?"

"I'm missing you. I've had maids from the Central Plains by my side before, but none of them are as interesting as you. You're clearly in danger, so why aren't you afraid of me?"

Song Yi gave him a disdainful look.

"you?"

Dissatisfied with Song Yi's gaze, his eyes deep and unfathomable, he asked directly, "Is the emperor of the Central Plains more terrifying than me? You would submit to him, but not to me?"

Song Yi scoffed, too lazy to argue with him.

He said to himself, "I've long heard that the emperors of the Central Plains are incredibly ugly, exceptionally good at torturing people, and ruthless in killing. Do you really want to stay by their side?"

Song Yi: "."

The image of Jiang Lanye's pale and sickly face, weakened by his injuries, flashed through her mind, and she felt a pang of sadness.

"Kill me or torture me as you please, but it's absolutely impossible for me to be loyal to you."

He laughed loudly, "I just love turning the impossible into the possible!"

Song Yi stopped looking at him and sat down on the low couch covered with animal skins.

"I have a lot to do and can't stay here to watch you struggle like this. It's a real shame. See you tonight."

After saying that, he strode away.

Looking at his back, one could vaguely see the muscle lines on his body, which were exceptionally strong, with broad shoulders and long legs, exuding explosive power. Even Zuo Sheng was afraid of him. If Song Yi were to confront him head-on, he might easily snap her neck.

(End of this chapter)