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

Chapter 177 Khan
Wolf Owl's pupils trembled for a moment, and his heart felt as if it had been punched. It didn't hurt, but it was a very strange feeling, one he had never experienced before.

"What nonsense are you spouting?!"

He said angrily.

Song Yi immediately asked, "What did I say?"

Wolf Owl snorted coldly, "You're too suspicious right now. I'll definitely have someone watching you, just in case you're a spy sent by the other side."

Song Yi said helplessly, "I was captured by you."

"Shouldn't fewer people be fine? With so many informants, don't you think you're making a mountain out of a molehill?"

Wolf Owl frowned and said, "I understand."

Seeing that he finally relented, Song Yi revealed a satisfied smile.

Wolf Owl stared at her smile, and was once again in a daze.

Immediately afterwards, the voices of the maids could be heard outside the tent.

"I have met the Khan."

Both of them were taken aback and turned their heads at the same time.

A tall, robust, middle-aged man with broad shoulders walked in. His face was square and angular, with a thick jaw. He wore a dark black sable cloak, and his amber eyes were like those of an old wolf eyeing its prey, sending chills down one's spine.

Song Yi was somewhat surprised, as this was the first time she had ever met the Khan.

When the Khan's gaze fell on Song Yi, it was as if he were looking at an ant.

The sense of oppression was too strong, much stronger than the oppression emanating from the wolf owl.

At that very moment, Song Yi suddenly realized that, despite the Khan's old age, he would always be the most important leader in the hearts of the Northern Qiang barbarians.

Subconsciously, Song Yi's gaze fell on his throat.

Despite the audacity of it all, she couldn't help but think, "I have to kill him! I absolutely have to kill him!"

Wolf Owl's face stiffened, and he subconsciously stepped forward, shielding Song Yi behind him.

The Khan scrutinized him and asked, "Why do you keep a prisoner in your tent?"

"Because I suspect she has a relationship with the emperor of the Central Plains, perhaps she is one of his concubines, so I keep her by my side, waiting for the future."

He hesitated, unsure of what to say, when the Khan spoke directly:

"In the future, take her to the front lines and let the enemy see her. If she is really as you guessed, see if you can use her to lure out the emperor of the Central Plains."

His voice was rough and his tone left no room for argument.

"Yes, that was my original plan."

His gaze passed over the wolf owl and went straight to Song Yi.

Song Yi immediately lowered her head, hunched her shoulders, and looked terrified. She whispered, "I'm really just a palace maid."

Khan looked away and warned, "In short, you better be smart."

"Yes."

The Khan turned and left, and the oppressive feeling, like a boulder, finally disappeared. Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that Lang Xiao's expression was not good, she thought for a moment and said:

"You can listen to the Khan and take me there. See how many of them recognize me?"

Wolf Owl turned and stared intently at her, warning, "You better not be lying to me, you better just be a palace maid."

His gaze was somewhat complicated, and Song Yi couldn't decipher it.

He had no desire to stay there any longer and strode away.

Seeing that he had left, Song Yi stood there for a while, making sure no one was coming in, then quickly took out the note from her sleeve and wrote on it:

"In a few days, I will be brought before the soldiers. Please pretend that I am just a lowly palace maid."

After writing it, she hurriedly folded it up again and hid it in her sleeve. She would have to find another opportunity to give the note to the carrier pigeon.

The carrier pigeons are specially trained. After delivering the message to Song Yi, if they do not receive a reply from Song Yi, they will linger in the vicinity for the next two days.

into the night.

When Wolf Owl returned, he reeked of alcohol. Song Yi didn't care where he had been, but she still pretended to be concerned and stepped forward to help him up.

Why did you drink so much?

She realized that Wolf Owl was indeed not a smart man. When there was a war, he would immediately lead his troops there without hesitation, but when there was no need for him to fight, he would do nothing.

Wolf Owl had drunk a lot of strong liquor, and his vision was now blurred, with the candlelight in the tent glaringly bright.

He staggered inside, but accidentally kicked over the copper basin in front of him. Luckily, it was full of ashes, which spilled all over the wool felt.

Just then, Song Yi's hands touched his arms.

The sensation made his whole body stiffen.

Unlike the calloused palms of the women from the Northern Qiang region, those hands were exceptionally slender and delicate.

As a result, Wolf Owl couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation.

Perhaps he really should lock Song Yi in the dungeon.

He looked down and met Song Yi's slightly concerned eyes.

Song Yi, whose height barely reached his neck, was currently struggling to support half of his body.

“…Let go.”

His voice was hoarse and slurred with drunkenness.

But she didn't let go; instead, she steadied him even more firmly, saying, "You can't walk steadily."

Wolf Owl stopped insisting. Perhaps he was really drunk and confused, because he deliberately lowered his body and watched Song Yi move with difficulty to the side of the low couch. He was in a great mood.

After putting him down, Song Yi frowned and said:

"You reek of alcohol, it's suffocating me. I need to go outside for some fresh air."

Wolf Owl slumped on the low couch and said lazily, "Bring me a bowl of hangover soup while you're at it."

Song Yi said calmly, "I understand."

She walked out quickly.

The grassland became exceptionally quiet at night. Song Yi moved away from the campfire and stood far away from the crowd. Seeing that no one was walking by, he stopped and waited anxiously for the carrier pigeon to fly over.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly a grayish-white color flashed before my eyes.

Song Yi was overjoyed and quickly tied the rolled-up letter to its leg. Watching it fly away, he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

It's quite tragic, really. Right now, this carrier pigeon is the only one she's familiar with. Watching it leave, Song Yi once again returned to that state of extreme loneliness.

Song Yi lifted the curtain, placed the hangover soup on the table, and saw that Lang Xiao was already asleep. She squinted her eyes and quietly reached out to touch his collar.

She needed to confirm whether he actually carried a key with him.

Xie Ling was extremely excited to see the carrier pigeon fly back. He quickly took down the note and strode into the tent.

Jiang Lanye was reviewing military memorials with almost no blinking. The dim candlelight fell on him, and his eyelashes cast dappled shadows in the firelight. The tent was unusually quiet, with only the rustling sound of his writing adding to the loneliness.

Song Yi's clothes were neatly folded and placed next to him.

Xie Ling felt a pang of sadness upon seeing this scene.

So this is what His Majesty looks like without the Imperial Concubine.
"Your Majesty, the carrier pigeon has brought back the message; we have made contact with the Imperial Concubine!"

Jiang Lanye's hand holding the pen paused, and the pen fell to the side on the table with a thud.

(End of this chapter)