The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 671 - 669 Like an ordinary couple (first watch)

Wen Yao waited for Murong Ce to steadying himself before he wanted to turn around and enter the room to seek Li Xianyun.

Li Xianyun was highly skilled in medicine and surely had a way to save Your Majesty.

How could Murong Ce not understand his intention, he grabbed his arm in one swift movement.

Wen Yao frowned and said, "Sir, at this moment, only your wife can save you."

After escaping from the Houtang Imperial Palace, Murong Ce no longer allowed those around him to call him "Your Majesty".

With his kingdom lost, what kind of emperor was he?

Moreover, one only realizes what they truly want in life when they are at death’s door.

In these twenty-three years, he had seen too much darkness in the world.

First, he was squeezed by the darkness, then he became the executor leading the darkness.

All along the way, he was merely fighting to survive.

He had no intention of wanting the kingdom; he simply wanted the person he loved.

But he would never obtain her in this lifetime. It would be better to die clean rather than live in frustration.

After all, Li Xianyun also wanted him dead; might as well oblige her.

Murong Ce wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, not knowing how, despite a life of malice, he could make such selfless sacrifices for one person, even at the cost of his own life.

Yet he was ultimately selfish; he did not want to leave so soon, at least not so quickly. He wanted to spend a few peaceful days with Li Xianyun.

Murong Ce felt better after a while and returned to the room.

He saw Li Xianyun with her eyebrows knitted in thought.

Murong Ce let out a light chuckle.

She surely knew where he had been.

A doctor’s benevolent heart; her poisoning him was one thing, but seeing him in extreme agony was quite another.

Was she pleased to see him suffer, happy for having her revenge fulfilled?

Or was there a trace of reluctance?

So kind and pure as she was, she must have felt many reluctances.

This was where she differed from him; he couldn’t be as kind as Li Xianyun, which made him like her even more.

Murong Ce couldn’t help but wonder; if he hadn’t had her maid insulted and killed back then, would everything be different now?

Certainly, it would be different.

One wrong step led to many more.

If only he could go back in time, he would surely not do such a thing.

Murong Ce picked up the chopsticks, wanting to serve Li Xianyun some food, but then he thought that even if he did, she wouldn’t eat it, so he stopped.

Murong Ce, across the table and dishes, watched Li Xianyun, "Stop thinking, let’s eat."

Li Xianyun glanced at him and lowered her head to eat.

Murong Ce also bowed his head to eat, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but rise.

Did they look like an ordinary couple?

If there was a next life, he would surely treat her well and not touch anyone close to her.

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Two days ago.

Yelu Yan finished his state affairs and then left the Imperial Palace to pick up Li Xianyun.

Jinwu looked at his Khan.

The Khan was usually cold, stern, and hard to approach, only becoming personable when facing the Queen.

Whenever he saw the Queen, the Khan always had a smile on his lips, and his eyes looked as though they contained crushed stars, very tender.

And now, as soon as he finished his duties, the Khan went out of the palace to pick up the Queen.

He whipped his horse on, the hooves thundering urgently, as if he couldn’t fly fast enough to the Queen’s side.

But this was good too, as he could also see his own delicate wife.

Having left the Palace Gate, a group of riders traveled on the official road and soon spotted a lone man galloping towards them on his steed.

Yelu Yan recognized that the man was the Hidden Guard who had followed Li Xianyun.

The man was clearly in a hurry, indicating that something had happened.

Yelu Yan’s expression turned cold and grim as a few unfavorable thoughts raced through his mind.

The Hidden Guard, arriving in front of him, saw Yelu Yan fiercely pull on the reins; the Fiery Flame Horse almost tossed Yelu Yan off its back as it reared up too quickly.

Skilled in horsemanship, Yelu Yan nearly lay flat against the horse but didn’t fall off, as if he were welded to the saddle.

After the horse’s long neigh, it steadied itself.

The others also hurriedly reined in their mounts.

Before the horses had fully stopped, the messenger Hidden Guard dismounted and kneeled on the ground. If not for his agility, he would have slid heavily onto the ground.

"Khan, the Queen has been abducted!"

Yelu Yan felt a tingling numbness in his scalp, as if his soul had left his body, and he could not perceive anything from the outside world; only an overwhelming fear enveloped and submerged him, suffocating him so he could no longer breathe.

It hurt so much that he couldn’t breathe.

It was as if he was no longer himself, no longer able to control his own actions or feelings.

Everything seemed like a dream.

When one cannot accept reality, they often feel as if they are in a dream.

Yelu Yan’s eyes warmed, hot blood surged to his head; the next moment, a thunderous sound filled his ears, his heartbeat seemed to stop for an instant, yet his chest rose and fell rapidly due to his abrupt breathing.

Cold and bloodthirsty.

Yelu Yan’s eyes reddened slightly as he asked in a deep voice, "When did this happen?"

His tone was relatively calm, but the hand that gripped the reins tightly, with veins popping out, betrayed the turbulence in his heart.

The Hidden Guard replied, "About half an hour ago."

Yelu Yan didn’t have time to ask for details and ordered, "Jinwu, seal off all city gates, don’t let even a fly out!"

"Understood!"

Yelu Yan then commanded a search of anyone suspicious within the city, not overlooking those who had already left the city. Anyone who left within the hour of Li Xianyun’s disappearance was to be thoroughly investigated.

He mobilized all the troops, including the Flame Army.

Yelu Yan quickly arrived at the second courtyard to investigate any remaining clues.

There were no signs of abduction in the room.

Youlan was weeping profusely, with Jinwu standing beside her.

"Khan, I was assisting my mistress in answering Prada’s questions when suddenly hands clasped around me from behind. My mouth and nose were covered, and I quickly lost consciousness. Before I fainted, I saw a tall man in student’s clothing subduing the Queen, then I knew nothing more."

Prada slumped in a corner, overcome with grief, muttering to himself, "It’s all my fault, I have doomed the Queen. They captured my mother, if I don’t do as they say, they will kill her, I truly had no choice."

He spoke through tears that flowed freely.

Yelu Yan sat on the main seat with a fierce look, as if he were ready to kill.

Jinwu asked, "Khan, how should we deal with this student?"

Yelu Yan calmly said, "Lock him up for now, and after we recover the Queen, she can decide his fate."

"Understood."

Prada was led away.

Just then, an uproar came from the courtyard.

Jinwu was about to investigate when a Hidden Guard rushed in and kneeled, announcing, "Khan, Bater has found the Queen’s trail and is in full pursuit."

Yelu Yan stood up and strode out, summoning some guards to follow Bater’s direction in pursuit.

Waiting passively was only making his inner torment worse.

Yelu Yan led his men for several dozens of miles and, in the pitch-black night, they came upon a large group of riders coming towards them.

Their hoofs clattered rapidly, clearly in a hurry.

Jinwu and the others drew their weapons, prepared to slay them if they were foes.

Then, a familiar voice came from the darkness, "Who goes there?"

Upon recognizing it as Bater’s voice, Jinwu looked towards Yelu Yan with relief.