The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 640 - 638 Killed me, avenge your family (second update)

Murong Ce was in such agony, yet he didn’t hate Li Xianyun at all, but rather desired her even more.

It was all his own fault how Li Xianyun treated him, and he knew it.

Murong Ce had known from an early age that he was not a normal person, twisted, extreme, violent.

Vindictive to a fault.

Yet, he was exceptionally tolerant of Li Xianyun, as if no matter what she did, he never got angry, never hated her.

Murong Ce couldn’t understand himself.

Why was he so tolerant towards Li Xianyun, of all people?

Murong Ce didn’t love himself—in fact, he despised himself, intensely hating himself ever since he could remember.

The world had shown him nothing but ugliness, sin, and desire.

He loved Li Xianyun, loved not only her as a person but also the goodness and kindness she possessed—qualities he had never owned, thus he treasured them even more.

Murong Ce never cherished his own life.

He was willing to risk his life to obtain everything he desired.

In a whimsical moment, Murong Ce even thought that perhaps this situation wasn’t so bad, at least someone in this world cared about him—even if that person detested him to the core.

Even if he were to die now, there was nothing terrifying about it because he knew that Li Xianyun would never be able to forget him in this lifetime.

If he couldn’t have his beloved return his feelings, then let her hate him instead—hate him down to her very marrow so that, even if the times change and the seas become mulberry fields, she would never be able to erase it.

Murong Ce was in such pain that cold sweat dripped continuously, as if countless long needles were relentlessly piercing his temples, one needle after another...

The pain stretched on endlessly, seemingly without end.

In the tranquil night, the stars in the sky and the lanterns hanging along the corridor merged into one.

The broad corridor beautifully adorned with carved dragons and painted beams.

Two palace maids walked along the corridor, lighting the way with lanterns.

Bai Mengling, supported by a maid, hurried towards the Imperial Study Room.

She had already retired for the evening, but had been woken by a palace maid dispatched by Wen Yao, saying that the Emperor’s chronic headache had flared up and that she was needed to attend to him.

Bai Mengling gave a wry smile.

Why did everyone think she was special in Murong Ce’s eyes?

When Murong Ce went to the frontiers, he didn’t take her along, and they didn’t meet again for another two months.

Even when Murong Ce returned to the capital, he had only seen her a few times.

Moreover, Murong Ce never spoke when he saw her; he only stared at her eyes, which resembled those of his beloved.

Through these eyes, Bai Mengling saw that this cold and ruthless man actually had a side that was tender, infatuated, and doting.

Sometimes, as she watched, a faint envy would arise in her heart, even wishing that she were his beloved.

This thought nearly made her bite her tongue.

She actually wanted Murong Ce to fall for her.

What a terrifying thought.

However, she soon felt that perhaps this idea was not so utterly repellent.

Letting Murong Ce fall for her would indeed bring many benefits—through which she could avenge her family.

A leading palace maid spoke, "Miss Bai, please hurry, His Majesty really needs you."

"Does His Majesty need me, or does Steward Wen need me?" Bai Mengling asked.

"It’s both His Majesty and Steward Wen."

Bai Mengling pursed her lips; it seemed that it was Wen Yao’s idea to summon her.

Murong Ce rarely called for her himself, it was mostly Wen Yao’s doing.

A part of Bai Mengling’s heart began to slowly collapse.

Seeing Bai Mengling approach, Wen Yao walked to the entrance of the Imperial Study Room, cautious and respectfully saying, "Your Majesty, Miss Bai is here, shall I let her in to serve?"

After he spoke, a deathly silence ensued.

Just as Wen Yao was about to ask Bai Mengling to leave, he heard Murong Ce’s voice carry forth, "Let her in."

Two palace servants pushed the door open from the outside, Bai Mengling entered, and the door closed behind her from the outside.

The immense Imperial Study Room was left with just the two of them.

Passing through two curtains, she saw Murong Ce leaning on the back of the Taishi Chair, his head tilted back with eyes closed.

His expression was as usual, but from his pale cheeks, it wasn’t hard to see how much pain he was in.

This villain also had moments of intense pain—she should be clapping her hands in glee.

But why couldn’t she feel happy?

She even felt a hint of pity for him.

Could it be that she had seen those tender eyes too much and had become immersed in them?

But Murong Ce was the man who had killed her entire family!

Bai Mengling stopped three or four meters away from Murong Ce, curtsied, and said, "Your Majesty."

Murong Ce still kept his eyes closed, not even fluttering an eyelid, "Knead it for me."

"Yes."

Bai Mengling said as she walked behind Murong Ce, her delicate fingers lightly pressing on his scalp and temples.

Though being massaged like this was somewhat painful, it was better than letting the pain continue unchecked.

Murong Ce slowly opened his eyes and saw a pair of eyes extremely similar to Li Xianyun’s.

Seeing him open his eyes, Bai Mengling’s heart tightened, and her hands abruptly stopped.

The fear of him seemed to have seeped into her bones.

Murong Ce slowly closed his eyes again.

Although these eyes were a lot like Li Xianyun’s, upon closer inspection, they were ultimately different.

Li Xianyun’s eyes were clear and pure, filled with defiance and pride, never showing any fear like this.

But Murong Ce knew he was severely sick at heart—unable to see her, he could only seek solace in her shadow.

It was nothing but self-deception.

How sad.

"Why did you stop pressing?" Murong Ce still had his eyes closed, asking in a faint voice.

Bai Mengling uttered a sound and continued pressing.

The night was silent.

Under the dim yellow light, the woman stood behind the man, tirelessly massaging his head.

Suddenly the man opened his eyes and saw those shimmering, flowing eyes.

The murderous intent in them couldn’t be more obvious.

Bai Mengling quickly tried to control her expression.

But Murong Ce started to laugh, "Do you want to kill me? Just like her."

Bai Mengling hastily knelt on the ground, bowing deeply, "This humble girl doesn’t dare."

"You don’t dare?" Murong Ce sneered, pulling a golden dagger glinting coldly from the drawer and throwing it in front of Bai Mengling, "Here’s your chance, kill me."

Bai Mengling knelt on the ground, trembling, "This humble girl doesn’t dare."

"Look up."

Bai Mengling had no choice but to lift her head, the veil on her face gently swaying.

In front of Murong Ce, she was always veiled.

Bai Mengling couldn’t help but bitterly smile internally; he only recognized these eyes, not even knowing what she actually looked like.

Murong Ce commanded in a calm voice, "Pick up the knife, stab here."

He pointed at his chest.

"This humble girl doesn’t dare."

"You don’t dare? If it were she, she would have picked up the knife and stabbed already. Stabbing me would be for the best, I’d rather die by her hand, as she wishes. Dying would end everything, and I wouldn’t have to see her with another man, lovingly, while I can do nothing, tormented by it."

Murong Ce, his eyes bloodshot from the pain, looked like a wild beast ready to tear someone apart at any moment.

"Kill me, avenge your family."

Bai Mengling looked at him, yet remained indifferent, as if trying to discern the truth from his words.