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

Chapter 182 Hanging from the Catapult

Song Yi had just settled down when Wolf Owl climbed up to her. Noticing his closeness, Song Yi couldn't help but say:
"Would you and I ride a horse together?"

"if not?"

His tone was extremely matter-of-fact as he gripped the reins and said, "You are an important prisoner. I don't trust you to be handed over to anyone else, in case you run away."

Song Yi said helplessly, "With me tied up like this, where can I run to?"

Wolf Owl stopped talking, but moved forward and gently pressed against Song Yi's back. Suddenly, he caught a whiff of her fragrance.

He coughed awkwardly, tugged at the reins somewhat guiltily, and shouted, "Let's go!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a cloud of grass clippings was kicked up from where the horse's hooves had trod. Before Song Yi could react, the horse suddenly charged forward, and the wind blowing Song Yi's hair into a mess.

Wolf Owl was already riding fast enough, but to Song Yi's surprise, the people in front of him were even faster, and before he knew it, Wolf Owl had fallen behind.

Seeing this, Song Yi asked in confusion, "Why are you so slow?"

He immediately said, "It's all because I brought you along. Before, I always rode my own horse, and no one could compare to me."

"What does it have to do with me?"

He choked for a moment, then said, "With you blocking my way, I have to stand up straight, which naturally slows me down."

Song Yi recalled that when Lang Xiao rode his horse, his entire upper body was close to the horse's back, and he looked like an arrow released from a bow. He was really fast.

She stopped talking.

She discovered that even though the wolf owl had slowed down, it was still incredibly fast to her.

The main problem was that her upper body was tied with ropes, so she couldn't move her arms and had difficulty maintaining her balance. Her legs were constantly gripping the horse's belly tightly, and her calves started to ache after a short while.

She became increasingly tense, sitting straighter and straighter. Wolf Owl looked at her upright back from behind, his gaze moving upwards to the exposed section of Song Yi's slender, white neck, which, due to tension and fear, also formed a beautiful curve.

He finally discovered what Song Yi was afraid of, and couldn't help but smile smugly. With a light chuckle, the horse instantly galloped even faster, heading straight for the front.

Song Yi's face turned deathly pale with fright, and her breathing became increasingly rapid. Finally, during the next jolt, she lost her balance, her whole body tilted to the right, and she almost fell over.

"what!"

She had barely uttered a sound when a strong arm easily pulled her back.

"I thought you were fearless, but it turns out you're afraid of riding horses?"

"Nonsense, I'm from the Central Plains now, when would I have the chance to ride a horse normally?"

She almost shouted angrily, "You did this on purpose, didn't you? It wasn't this fast just now."

Wolf Owl raised an eyebrow, looked at the small animal lying on the ground grazing in front of him, and immediately leaped over. The moment the horse's hooves left the air, Song Yi was uncontrollably thrown backward and finally pressed against Wolf Owl's chest.

The fragrance emanating from her was even richer and more delicate than the scent of grass on the prairie, yet it was also very subtle and elegant—a scent that the wolf owl had never smelled before.

He narrowed his eyes, gripping the reins with one hand and encircling her waist with the other, holding her tightly in his arms, and said impatiently:

“Bringing a hostage here is such a hassle. I can’t let you fall down. If you fall and die, you’ll be useless as a hostage.”

Song Yi was somewhat annoyed. She couldn't help but struggle and said, "Let me go!"

She was no match for Wolf Owl with her strength. Wolf Owl didn't let go, but asked in her ear, "Want to make a bet? Guess who will win this battle, the other side or us?"

"we?"

Song Yi repeated those two words, his tone sarcastic.

Wolf Owl remained silent for a long time, somewhat displeased.

"After today's verification, if you are no longer useful as a hostage, I will take you back and make you my maid. Then, we'll be together!"

His tone left no room for criticism.

Song Yi was too lazy to talk to him. However, she was indeed a little nervous today.

Wolf Owl brought a large number of soldiers this time, all of whom carried bows and arrows on their backs, and a few carried scimitars, indicating that they still planned to launch a long-range attack.

I wonder how Xie Ling is doing.
Perhaps Jiang Lanye is anxiously waiting in her tent. It doesn't matter. As long as the soldiers see that she is still alive, Jiang Lanye can rest assured.

Thinking of this, Song Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In the midst of war, emotions seem so insignificant. She never dreamed that one day she would be forced to get involved in such a thing.

"Tell me, which side won?"

Song Yi narrowed his eyes and deliberately said, "The other side wins."

He chuckled, "I knew it. How about we make a bet?"

"What do you want to bet?"

"If we win, you will change your name and become my maid when we return. If the other side wins, I can grant you any request, except to send you back."

Song Yi said expressionlessly, "Fine, then my request is that you surrender next time, okay?"

He angrily exclaimed, "Impossible!"

Song Yi was also furious: "Then what's the point of you saying that?"

Wolf Owl knew he was in the wrong, and while hurrying on his way, he pondered something carefully. After a while, he stammered, "Anyway...anyway, just don't go too far."

Song Yi lowered her eyes and said softly, "Okay, but I haven't decided yet."

"We may not necessarily lose."

The wolf owl was exceptionally confident.

Song Yi was too lazy to pay attention to him. After saying this for a while, she noticed that Lang Xiao's strong arm was still across her waist. No wonder she hadn't felt any bumps along the way.

"Let me go first."

"Let you go? If you fall, I'll have to get off my horse and pull you out. Can you please stop slowing me down?"

Song Yi was so angry that he gave a short laugh.

I do not know how long it has been.

When everyone finally stopped.

Song Yi squinted and vaguely saw a dark fortress in the distance.

Wolf Owl didn't intend to dismount. Just as he was about to whisper a warning to Song Yi, his deputy rode up behind him and said in a deep voice:

"Young Master, please hand over the hostages to us."

Wolf Owl was stunned. "What are you going to do?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a strange sound rang out.

Song Yi turned his head and saw a huge catapult slowly moving towards them, and there were many pebbles placed next to their location.

"This is the Khan's order. The hostage will be hung on the catapult arm so the enemy can see her clearly. If they keep avoiding shooting arrows at the hostage's location, it means she is innocent."

As the lieutenant spoke, he glanced coldly at Song Yi, his eyes filled with malice:
"She is definitely not just a palace maid."

Wolf Owl frowned and said, "If the people on the other side don't dodge, and she's hanging there, won't she be shot to death by a hail of arrows!"

The lieutenant said casually, "So what if she's dead? What's the point of keeping a useless hostage alive?"

(End of this chapter)