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

Chapter 180 Stealing the Key

Song Yi found his appearance amusing, but her expression remained remarkably calm, as if nothing he did could stir any emotion in her.

Wolf Owl could not gain any so-called respect or worship from her.

He thought for a long time, and finally said to her almost viciously:
"Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll take you to the front lines. I'm going to see what your true identity is!"

Song Yi's eyes flickered slightly, finally showing a subtle reaction to his words, though Wolf Owl didn't notice.

She shrugged, feigning indifference, and said:

"Whatever. I already said I'm just a palace maid. If you take me there tomorrow, it will only make them feel confused."

Wolf Owl snorted coldly, turned around, and stormed off.

Song Yi thought that he had angered Wolf Owl, and that perhaps Wolf Owl would not come over today at the very least.

Unexpectedly, another hour later, a maid entered, carrying a plate of pastries.

Song Yi looked at her questioningly.

The maid slammed the plate of pastries on the table and said coldly, "Young Master said that tomorrow's test might be your death day. Before you go, he'll let you eat one last meal of your Central Plains food."

Song Yi looked at the plate of pastries with a knowing expression.

The pastries were moist and soft, and from the outside, they did look similar to the pastries she had seen in the palace. However, there was a difference in taste. She wondered if Wolf Owl had misunderstood that the people of the Central Plains had a sweet tooth and that there was a lot of sugar in the pastries.

Seeing that she had swallowed it, the maidservant sneered, "This was specially instructed by our young master. If you dare to leave any, it will be disrespectful to our young master."

After saying that, she walked out.

What Song Yi didn't know was that the maid had almost run into a wolf owl shortly after she left.

Wolf Owl looked at her, and asked with a strange expression, "How is it?"

The maid thought for a moment and said, "She ate it, but she didn't say it was good or bad."

Wolf Owl stared at her and asked, "What did you say?"

"The maidservant said that this was specifically instructed by you, young master, that if anyone dares to leave any, then..."

Before the maid could finish speaking, Wolf Owl frowned and couldn't help but shout, "You said I specifically instructed you to do that? Who gave you permission to say that!"

The maid was startled and stammered, "This maid deserves to die. This maid thought the young master would want her to know this."

Wolf Owl's face flushed red and then turned pale. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "What use are you? Get out of here."

"Yes."

Inside the tent, Song Yi did indeed finish the entire plate of pastries. After all, the taste was much better than the dried meat she had eaten in the past two days. However, she drank quite a bit of tea before she could barely swallow the plate of sweet pastries.

She had just finished eating and was about to wash her hands when Wolf Owl suddenly lifted the curtain and walked in, his face grim.

Song Yi knew he was still angry, so she wisely refrained from striking up a conversation with him.

Wolf Owl strode forward, first glancing at the empty plate, then looking somewhat satisfied. He then picked up a scroll of bamboo slips from the table, seemingly trying to cover up his presence, and waved it in front of Song Yi to indicate that he had come in to get something.

Song Yi glanced at it but didn't say anything.

Wolf Owl walked out, casually tossing the useless bamboo slip to the maid beside him, and couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile, thinking that Song Yi was really hypocritical.

Despite her indifferent expression, she devoured all the pastries that were offered to her.

Wolf Owl was in a good mood and said to the person next to him, "The person who makes the pastries is quite skilled. Go and give him something as a reward." "Yes."

into the night.

Song Yi recalled that when Lang Xiao was drunk, she felt for a key on his waist, but because she hadn't carefully examined the keyhole at the time, she couldn't be sure if it was the key to that lock.

If she has another chance tonight, she'll have to try again to see if she can steal it.

She changed her clothes, still wearing the attire of the Northern Qiang people, which she had worn for several days in a row, and Song Yi had gotten used to it by now.

When Wolf Owl entered, Song Yi had just changed her clothes. She was wearing a dark blue, narrow-sleeved short robe with a thin belt embroidered with silver thread around her waist. The collar and cuffs were trimmed with snow-white fox fur, which made her skin look as white as snow.

Song Yi discovered that fox fur, which was extremely precious to the people of the Central Plains, was exceptionally common here. She was wearing nothing more than the most ordinary clothes, yet she looked exceptionally beautiful.

Wolf Owl's eyes lit up, then he deliberately put on a stern face and sat down on the low couch.

Seeing this, Song Yi couldn't help but ask:
"As the young master, you can't possibly only have this one tent and this low couch as your sleeping place, can you?"

Wolf Owl said coldly, "Of course not. I can sleep wherever I want. This tent is the warmest place I've been staying these past few days, so I'm happy to stay here."

Song Yi remained silent, and after watching him wash up, she asked again:

Why aren't you drinking tonight?

If she doesn't drink, it'll be harder for her to make a move.

Wolf Owl glanced at her: "You don't want to end up like my mother, constantly nagging about how drinking is bad for your health, do you? You care about me?"

Song Yi thought about it carefully for a long time before realizing that the "Eji" he was referring to was his mother.

But in Wolf Owl's view, Song Yi's silence was more like tacit agreement, and he raised an eyebrow.

Could a plate of dessert really make her like this?
"I never drink before going to war tomorrow, so as not to delay military intelligence the next morning."

After saying that, he lay down directly, his hands folded behind his head, his posture relaxed and casual: "Go to sleep, prisoner. Tomorrow we'll tie you up and take you away. Maybe we can really lure out that emperor of the Central Plains."

Song Yi had mixed feelings.

Jiang Lanye and the others should have received her reply. Since they did, Xie Ling would definitely have specifically instructed the soldiers tonight not to give anything away tomorrow.

She didn't want to be used as a hostage or tool to threaten Jiang Lanye.

Wolf Owl was looking forward to tomorrow's battle. For him, taking hostages was a novel experience. So he tossed and turned for a long time until late at night before finally falling into a deep sleep.

Song Yi waited until he fell asleep. Hearing his long, even breathing, she slowly sat up and moved very slowly to his side. She squinted and observed for a while, and when she saw something bulging on her right side, she reached out and touched it.

The wolf owl had its eyes closed and was fast asleep.

Song Yi let out a soft breath, hid the key in her sleeve, and walked out.

Even in the dead of night, many soldiers were still walking around outside the camp with torches in hand, and there were also maids on night watch.

Song Yi walked out like that, and the maid beside her, seeing this, asked her warily:

"Where are you going?"

She is now able to move freely, thanks in part to the blind arrogance of these Northern Qiang people, who believed that as a woman, even without their watchful eyes, she could not escape if allowed to roam freely.

(End of this chapter)