The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 678 - 676 Ending: That’s also the fool who misses you (Second Update)

Chapter 678: 676 Ending: That’s also the fool who misses you (Second Update)

Murong Ce would risk his life to die alongside these men.

When one has risked their life, they’ll find there’s nothing left to fear.

Murong Ce’s eyes turned bloody red, and so did the eyes of those men.

As the casualties among his brothers mounted, a burly man, unable to stand it any longer, lunged at Li Xianyun with a knife.

It was clear that Murong Ce was desperately fighting to protect that woman.

But what if that woman died?

There would be no need for him to fight desperately, and in his heartbreak, they could take advantage.

Engaged in combat, Murong Ce couldn’t split his attention.

He watched in horror as the blade stabbed towards Li Xianyun.

Distracted, Murong Ce received numerous slashes.

Just as the blade was about to hit Li Xianyun, an arrow, quick as lightning, pierced the attacker’s chest.

Following the feather fletching, those who were attacking Li Xianyun and Murong Ce fell to the ground.

Some died instantly.

Others cried out in pain on the ground.

Li Xianyun looked towards the source of the arrows—on the high dune, stood a figure on a Fiery Flame Horse, putting away his bow.

Behind him were several tall soldiers, each holding a bow.

Li Xianyun’s eyes moistened as she looked at the lead man.

Most of the men being shot down, Murong Ce finally had a chance to look at Li Xianyun.

He wished he hadn’t, for looking only deepened the pain in his heart.

The dependency in Li Xianyun’s eyes was undeniable, a look that one only has in front of someone deeply cherished.

She would never look at him that way.

The burly man, though injured, lunged at Murong Ce with his last breath.

Murong Ce instinctively moved to block with his fan, but he paused as he lifted it and slowly let it down.

He allowed the blade to pierce his chest.

Even the burly man was shocked, had killing Murong Ce been so easy?

But due to his injuries, he had no strength left; such a weak strike could have been easily deflected with just a fan.

Yet, it went through.

After a few rustling sounds, all the men were gunned down.

Murong Ce spat out a mouthful of blood and fell off the horseback.

Li Xianyun dismounted and walked over to Murong Ce.

Murong Ce, lying on the ground with a mouth full of blood, looked up at Li Xianyun, "Xianxian, if I am a good man in the next life, you won’t hate me this much, will you?"

Without hesitation, Li Xianyun replied, "You aren’t a bad person, why would I hate you?"

In fact, Murong Ce had been quite good to her; although initially forcing himself on her, he never did thereafter and had saved her three times.

If he hadn’t killed Huanhuan, hadn’t done those terrible things to her and to the Ruiwang Residence, why would she need to hate him?

Murong Ce gave a bitter smile, "That’s good to hear, it’s just that I’ve realized it too late in this life, having made a grave mistake."

He struggled to say these words before his head heavily dropped down.

The fine sand mixed with his breath in his nostrils, yet he felt no discomfort, maybe a dying man doesn’t feel pain.

He had lived for twenty-three years, spending his final moments with the woman he loved, dying to protect her could be considered a fitting end.

Murong Ce watched as a swirl of yellow sand rose up from the faraway dunes, soldiers racing through the desert on horseback.

Leading them was a tall and sturdy man, the man he had envied his whole life.

Murong Ce’s eyelids grew heavier, he closed and opened them, closed and opened them, and on the third time, he never opened them again, forever falling into a deep, eternal sleep, drowning in darkness, far away from this tragic world.

Li Xianyun watched Murong Ce die and felt a mix of complicated emotions.

"Xianxian!"

A man’s voice called out from afar, filled with ecstatic joy.

Li Xianyun looked up towards Yelu Yan, a smile breaking across her face, and she ran towards him, her white dress fluttering like a lively butterfly.

Yelu Yan spurred his horse harder, outpacing the soldiers behind him by a great distance.

Soon, Yelu Yan reached her and dismounted in one fluid movement. With a wide embrace, he caught Li Xianyun as she ran towards him.

Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan’s sturdy waist, burying her head deep into his chest.

Yelu Yan held Li Xianyun tightly, tightening his grip more and more.

No one could understand the joy and cherish of having regained something precious.

In Yelu Yan’s embrace, Li Xianyun softly said, "My lord, you’re holding me too tightly."

It was then Yelu Yan loosened his arms, tilting his head to look at Li Xianyun.

But she turned her head away, holding him even tighter.

Yelu Yan kissed her, grasping her chin to force her to look up at him.

Her autumnal eyes were moist, with tear stains at the corners.

Yelu Yan felt overwhelmingly compassionate, "Xianxian, you’ve been wronged."

He dared not make promises anymore; he had said before he would never let her be frightened or wronged, yet it had happened again.

Li Xianyun looked up at Yelu Yan, her hands reaching to touch his cheek, his eyes sunken and red, beard unkempt, and visibly thinner.

A man who was once imposing and domineering now looked so depleted, stirring pity.

"My lord, how have you become like this?"

Yelu Yan stroked her face with his rough fingers, "What is this? If I hadn’t found you, I truly would have gone mad."

Li Xianyun rested her head against Yelu Yan’s chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, which alone gave her a profound sense of security.

Jinwu and the others saw Khan and the Queen hugging each other, so they pulled on the reins and turned their backs, waiting at a distance.

The light whine of the horses pulled Li Xianyun from the affectionate embrace.

Yelu Yan looked down at her, "Xianxian, let’s go back to the palace."

He then tried to lift her into his arms bridal style.

But Li Xianyun pushed against his sturdy chest with her small hands.

Yelu Yan looked down at her, puzzled, "What’s wrong?"

Li Xianyun looked towards Murong Ce’s corpse, "My lord, no matter what, he saved me three times; let us give him a proper burial."

Yelu Yan nodded, "Alright, as you wish." frёewebηovel.cѳm

Li Xianyun pointed at Wen Yao’s body, "And him, he has also treated me well these last few days."

"Alright," Yelu Yan said, "There’s a desert ahead, suitable for burying their bodies."

"Okay."

Yelu Yan had people place the bodies of Murong Ce and Wen Yao into bags and tie them onto camels, heading towards the nearby desert.

Upon reaching the desert, Yelu Yan had his men dig two large pits and placed their bodies in them respectively.

Two new graves were quickly constructed.

Li Xianyun looked at the grave of Murong Ce and said, "I hope you become a good person in your next life."

After saying this, Yelu Yan helped Li Xianyun onto the camel.

It had been padded with thick cushions for a more comfortable ride.

Once Li Xianyun was settled, Yelu Yan also mounted the camel, sitting right behind her.

Throughout the journey, Yelu Yan held Li Xianyun close, silently gazing at her with a smile full of love.

Li Xianyun noticed his anxious gaze and gave him a sideways glance, "Fool."

"And that’s a fool who missed you."