The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 664: After numerous attempts, it has become a routine (Second update)

Chapter 664: After numerous attempts, it has become a routine (Second update)

The bed curtains fluttered as the man embraced the woman with a deep bow, his coarse knuckles embedded in her delicate skin.

The two were tightly sealed together, leaving no space in between.

After Li Xianyun had adjusted, Yelu Yan began to move.

Rising and falling.

Drifting and sinking.

Without end or reprieve.

Li Xianyun clung tightly to Yelu Yan’s muscular shoulders as if she held onto solid rock.

Her small hands were slender and delicate, with neatly trimmed nails that glistened in the warm yellow light.

Beneath the fingertips of the small hands was the man’s wheat-colored skin.

On it were faint red scratches—marks left by Li Xianyun’s nails in moments of unbearable sensation.

Yet the man on top of her seemed unaware of the pain, single-mindedly advancing towards his goal.

Tirelessly.

From within the bed curtains came the woman’s soft and tender voice.

But that voice sounded as if it were coming from a carriage, fractured and disjointed with each jolt and bounce.

It was not until the dew deepened in the night that the voice in the carriage ceased and slowly dissipated within the bed curtains.

Yelu Yan stepped outside the curtains to clean up a bit before lifting the drapes and re-entering.

He then saw Li Xianyun had pulled the quilt over her body, covering her chest and waist, leaving all other places exposed.

Her round shoulders were creamy white, marked with patches of red where he had kissed her.

Her legs were straight and long, as white and smooth as cream.

The whole person was so beautiful, she seemed like a flawless piece of jade.

The beautiful jade’s pale face was unusually flushed, and her pair of watery eyes were like a small deer running through the forest, coming upon a hunter, warily watching Yelu Yan.

This charming sight only made one want to tease her more.

Thinking this, Yelu Yan looked down.

He was bare, with nothing hidden.

Li Xianyun also looked towards his waist.

Seeing him raise his head.

Li Xianyun felt a tumult of unease inside, her weakness confessing, pleading, "Husband."

Although it was just a title, the tender voice seemed to say it all.

Yelu Yan truly wanted to tease her, so he leaned down to lift the quilt covering her modesty.

Li Xianyun panicked, clutching desperately at the edge of the blanket, "Husband, please no."

Due to her agitation, her movements became more forceful.

Her proud chest swayed unsteadily.

Saliva pooled in Yelu Yan’s mouth as his Adam’s apple bobbed heavily.

It was then he realized, what was this teasing?

He was clearly stirring himself up.

But tonight, Li Xianyun had reached her limit and could not be cajoled anymore; hence, he relented.

What a pity.

Yelu Yan "tssked" and chuckled, "Just teasing you, I won’t touch you. I’m going to carry you to bathe."

Li Xianyun still did not believe him.

She had suffered under this man not once but many times.

"Really?"

"Absolutely true."

Li Xianyun reluctantly let go of the blanket, and Yelu Yan removed the quilt.

Thus, Li Xianyun’s delicate body lay bare before him.

Yelu Yan couldn’t help but stare dumbly.

Li Xianyun, flustered, covered her chest with her hands, "Liar."

Only then did Yelu Yan come to his senses, laughing as he lifted Li Xianyun horizontally and walked toward the bathing room.

"When your husband says he won’t touch you, he won’t."

But soon after the two entered the bathing room, the sound of splashing water and the woman’s heavy breathing could be heard.

Li Xianyun was pressed against the smooth side of the bathtub, her pale arms helplessly clinging to the edge, with half of her chest spilling out.

As the water waves from behind crashed against her body repeatedly, Li Xianyun gasped with mouth agape, her eyebrows knotted tightly in discomfort.

This man always broke his promises.

He did this several times every day, and Li Xianyun had long since grown accustomed to it.

By the time Li Xianyun was fished out of the water by Yelu Yan, she had become as soft and powerless as the water itself, letting Yelu Yan attend to her, wiping her body, dressing her, and drying her hair.

She lay on the bed and, before she knew it, had fallen asleep.

...

The Sleeping Hall of the Emperor of Later Liang.

Murong Ce was lying in bed, fast asleep.

He had just suffered a severe headache, as if someone was viciously stabbing down on his fontanel with a needle.

It was terribly painful.

Murong Ce passed out from the pain.

Bai Mengling sat on the edge of the bed, folding the damp cloth and placing it on his forehead.

The Imperial Physician had said that if one suffered from a headache, cooling the head with ice might offer some relief.

But even following the Imperial Physician’s advice, it made no difference at all.

The pain was the same, the suffering just as acute.

While Bai Mengling was taking care of Murong Ce, Wen Yao entered from the outer hall.

Seeing his solemn expression, Bai Mengling asked, "Steward Wen, what has happened?"

Wen Yao did not answer her question directly but asked instead, "How is His Majesty?"

"Still the same," Bai Mengling said softly, "Only when he sleeps, does His Majesty seem to find some relief."

"Let’s hope so," Wen Yao said.

One could tell from the Emperor’s tightly furrowed brows that even in sleep, he was still tormented.

"Steward Wen..."

Wen Yao gestured to her.

Bai Mengling understood and followed him out.

The two stood in the corridor at the entrance of the main hall.

The connected corridors wound in a serpent-like fashion, long and curved, with tall, stout red pillars, grand and imposing.

A spring breeze brushed by, causing their clothes to flutter vigorously.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers and grass.

Their position was far enough from the palace attendants and guards, so they had no fear of being overheard.

Wen Yao said, "I have just received word that most of the attendants close to His Majesty have been assassinated. The remaining officials in court are quite critical of His Majesty. If His Majesty cannot recover to take charge, I fear that the Imperial Palace might see a change of hands."

"How could it be this serious?" Bai Mengling murmured to Wen Yao, as much as to herself.

"The assassins seem to be from Khitan," Wen Yao sighed lightly, "It seems that the mission to assassinate Li Xianyun must have failed, hence Yelu Yan’s retaliation."

Bai Mengling frowned and said in frustration, "It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have ordered the hit on Li Xianyun..."

"Whom did you say you wanted to assassinate?"

Murong Ce’s voice suddenly intruded.

The two of them were scared witless, as if their souls were about to fly out of their bodies.

They quickly knelt to the ground, "We greet Your Majesty."

Murong Ce gave a cold laugh, "With all the strange behavior these days, I knew you were hiding something."

He had been suspicious since he was young, trusting no one.

There was not a single person worthy of trust in this world.

That included Li Rui, Wen Yao, and Bai Mengling.

Murong Ce looked at Bai Mengling with a cold gaze and, enunciating each word, his teeth clenching, said, "You said to have someone assassinate Li Xianyun?"

Bai Mengling looked up at Murong Ce, her eyes already brimming with tears, "Yes, Your spy in Khitan sent word that the assassination of Yelu Yan failed, so I ordered them in your name to turn their sights on Li Xianyun instead."

Murong Ce brought his foot down hard on Bai Mengling’s chest.

His martial arts skills were exceptional, and he had used considerable force.

With that kick, Bai Mengling vomited a mouthful of thick blood onto the dark floor.

Wen Yao genuinely feared that Murong Ce would kick Bai Mengling to death.

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger."

To lose a pair of eyes so similar to Li Xianyun’s would mean they could never be found again.

Blood was trickling from the corner of Bai Mengling’s mouth. She wiped it slightly and sat on the ground looking up at Murong Ce.