His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

"Miss Uya?"

The guards at the gate recognized Wuya, their faces showing surprise, and they immediately bowed, saying, "You're back!"

The guard's gaze swept quickly over Mo Sangyu and Ya Zi, scrutinizing them.

"I want to see my brother."

Uya said, her tone regaining some of the imposing air of the leader's sister.

"The leader is inside, but..."

The guard hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice to remind her, "A lot has happened while Miss Wuya was away. The leader hasn't been in a good mood lately, so please be careful, Miss."

Uya nodded, signaling Mo Sangyu to follow, and lifted the heavy felt curtain.

The tent was dimly lit and filled with a strong smell of alcohol and a pungent, fishy aroma.

Thick carpets covered the floor, and furs and looted gold and silver utensils were piled in the corners.

In the very center, on the main seat covered with a tiger skin, a man leaned against something.

It was indeed Wumulle.

This person was even more sinister than Uya had described.

His skin tone was an unhealthy bluish-black, his eye sockets were deep-set with heavy shadows under his eyes, but his lips were unusually bright red.

He wore luxurious furs, his robes open, revealing a strong chest that subtly exuded an air of decay.

He was toying with a gold cup inlaid with gemstones in his hand, his eyes were cloudy yet sharp, like a lurking, sickly beast.

His gaze fell on Wuya as she walked in, but he only gave her a cold glance, without any emotion.

But when the gaze shifted to behind Wuya and saw Mo Sangyu, those cloudy eyes suddenly burst forth with an astonishing light.

Greed, amazement, and naked desire.

The "lecherous man" that Uya spoke of was indeed brought to life at this moment.

"Ha, my willful little sister, she's finally decided to come back?"

Umulle spoke, his voice hoarse, tinged with the languor of alcohol and a hint of barely perceptible malice: "I thought you'd died out there."

"elder brother……"

Despite her best efforts to control herself, Wuya's face still turned pale.

Her fingers twitched slightly, but she forced herself not to react and said with her head down, "I was able to return this time thanks to Miss Mo and her guards."

"Oh?"

It seemed that only then did Wu Mule notice Mo Sangyu.

His gaze lingered on Ya Zi for a moment, filled with condescending scrutiny and disdain, before returning to Mo Sangyu's face.

He broke into a warm smile: "So it was my distinguished guest who saved my sister. I am truly grateful."

He clapped his hands, and immediately a maid brought out milk tea and snacks.

Wu Mule picked up a cup of milk tea, gesturing for Mo Sangyu to sit down, his gaze never leaving her.

"How did this beautiful young lady end up on our wild grasslands? And by chance, she saved my disobedient sister?"

The seemingly casual question actually carried a clear probing intent.

Mo Sangyu sat down calmly on the brocade mat laid out opposite him, his posture composed and elegant, which seemed somewhat out of place with the rough and wild environment inside the tent.

Yet, strangely, it brought the scene to a standstill.

Ya Zi stood silently half a step to her side, his eyes lowered.

Try to take in every subtle expression and movement of Umul.

"I just happened to be passing by and stumbled upon it."

Mo Sangyu did not mention the word "bandits," glossing over the topic lightly, and then started talking about other things.

"I've heard that the Black Stone Tribe is the most powerful tribe on the grasslands, and Chief Wu is an exceptionally heroic figure. That's why I've come uninvited and have caused you so much trouble..."

"Hahaha!"

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Mule burst into laughter: "Hero? Miss Mo, you really know how to talk."

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze lingering more brazenly on Mo Sangyu's face: "How could it be an intrusion? I, Wumule, am honored."

Looking at the expression on her brother's face and the way he looked at Mo Sangyu, Wu Ya knew that Miss Mo was doomed.

A subtle smile played on her lips, fleeting and so quick that it vanished without a trace before anyone could even notice.

"elder brother."

Uya looked at Umulle nervously, her face full of worry: "Miss Mo is my savior, you can't treat her like this..."

"What can't we do to her?"

Umulle didn't care about revealing his intentions; he laughed arrogantly, "My dear sister, your tricks might fool others, but do you think they can fool me?"

"What do you mean? I don't understand."

Uya was genuinely nervous this time. She subconsciously looked at Mo Sangyu, and seeing that Mo Sangyu's expression remained unchanged and that he did not seem to have noticed anything unusual, she felt relieved.

"In short, you must not hurt Miss Mo."

"How could that be? I love her so much."

In a short time, Yazi had already harbored murderous intent towards Wumu Le no less than ten times.

I want to kill him!

I want to kill him right now!

"Miss Mo, why does your little guard seem to want to kill me?"

Mo Sangyu chuckled lightly and calmly said, "He can't stand others disrespecting me. Please don't take offense, Chief."

She spoke softly, as if she were talking about something trivial.

After saying that, he picked up the milk tea in front of him and took a small sip.

His posture was as relaxed as if he were enjoying tea in his own backyard.

Wu Mule narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the now calm Ya Zi before settling back on Mo Sangyu's composed face.

This woman is quite interesting.

Can't she see the intention in her own eyes?

Or... are they just feeling emboldened?

"Disrespectful?"

Umulle scoffed, downed the wine in his cup in one gulp, and casually tossed the golden cup onto the carpet: "Does his desire to kill me equate to respect?"

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze lingering on Mo Sangyu: "For Miss Mo's sake, I can let it slide. However, now that Miss Mo has come to my territory, shouldn't she follow my rules?"

"Oh? What are the chief's rules?"

Mo Sangyu put down her teacup, looked up at him, her eyes clear and unfathomable.

"My rules are very simple."

Umuller stood up, his tall figure casting an oppressive shadow.

He walked step by step toward Mo Sangyu, reeking of alcohol and the pungent aroma of incense: "What I've set my sights on is mine."

He stopped less than three feet in front of Mo Sangyu, looking down at her with a desire so intense it was chilling.

"Miss Mo, I like you very much. Stay and be my woman, and I will ensure you enjoy wealth and luxury on this grassland."

"elder brother!"

Uya cried out in surprise and tried to step forward to stop him, but was frozen in place by a cold look from Umule.

Oh.

A cold glint flashed in her eyes.

When I meet a beautiful woman, nothing else comes to mind.

Unfortunately, this woman is not someone to be trifled with.

Ya Zi once again harbored murderous intent towards him.

Ugly as she is, yet she dreams big!

The atmosphere inside the tent was tense.

Mo Sangyu suddenly smiled.

It wasn't a sneer, nor a laugh born of extreme anger, but rather a faint smile tinged with amusement and a touch of mockery.

She remained seated, slightly raising her head to look at the approaching Umule, her red lips parting slightly: "Chief Umule, have you misunderstood something?"

"Misunderstand?"

Umulle raised an eyebrow, expressing his doubt: "What? Before you came, didn't my dear sister tell you about my character?"

Mo Sangyu glanced at Wu Ya, who gave her an apologetic look.

How much is true, how much is false?

unimportant.

She nodded: "Yes, of course I have."

"Then why did you come with her?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Mule was somewhat surprised, and he seemed quite excited: "So it seems that Miss Mo, you've willingly walked into the lion's den."

"Is that necessarily true?"

Perhaps, it's like a tiger entering a sheep's den.

"I came with Miss Uya for two reasons: first, to escort her home safely; and second, because I really wanted to witness the prowess of a grassland hero."

Mo Sangyu said in a calm tone, "It's a pity that what I witnessed was not a hero at all. It's truly disappointing."

Umulle's confident smile faltered slightly.

"Disappointing?"

He repeated the word, letting out a "hoho" laugh, and slowly retreated to the main seat, leaning back lazily once more.

"That makes some sense."

Instead of becoming enraged by Mo Sangyu's sarcasm, he seemed to develop an even stronger interest in her.

Umulle had never met such an interesting woman.

He stroked his chin, scrutinizing Mo Sangyu's composed demeanor and that stunningly beautiful face that made his heart itch.

She's beautiful and not afraid of him.

"Since Miss Mo is disappointed, then... stay a few more days and experience it properly, and see if I, Wu Mule, will disappoint you."

Arrogant men, even when they know very well that the other party may be approaching them with some ulterior motive, still feel that everything is under their control.

Clearly, Umulle is that kind of person.

"Someone, arrange the best accommodations for Miss Mo, right next to my main tent. Make sure my distinguished guest feels at home."

After giving his orders, he looked at Ya Zi and raised his chin: "Hey, this time, is that considered respectful?"

"..."

Ya Zi lowered his eyes.

A toad trying to eat swan meat is the greatest disrespect to a young lady!

"Thank you, Chief Wu."

Mo Sangyu said, "Then, I shall respectfully accept your offer."

"very good."

Umulle smiled with satisfaction, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before turning to the maid: "Take our distinguished guest to rest and serve him well."

"Yes."

Mo Sangyu said no more, and with Ya Zi in tow, followed the maid out of Wu Mule's suffocating tent.

Uya stayed inside and spoke a few words to Umule alone.

I could vaguely hear the two arguing.

After the maid escorted Mo Sangyu into the nearby tent, she withdrew.

Ya Zi's eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, "That woman actually dared to use Miss..."

"It doesn't matter."

Mo Sangyu sat on the soft tiger-skin chair, her expression relaxing: "Didn't we also use her? Last night, she probably didn't go far and witnessed the whole murder process, which is why she had this idea to use me to get rid of her brother."

"..."

It turns out, Miss really does know everything.

At this moment, Ya Zi realized that his worries were completely unnecessary.

Seeing that Ya Zi looked a little upset, Mo Sangyu looked at him with amusement: "What's wrong?"

"Miss, if you do this, I'll feel like I have no place to use my skills."

"You killed all those people last night."

"That's fine too..."

Just as Ya Zi was about to speak, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

"Where are you? Show yourself!"