The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 627 - 625 Do you really want to let the Queen leave? (First update)
Chapter 627: 625 Do you really want to let the Queen leave? (First update)
Yelu Yan assigned Jinwu, Bater, and others to Li Xianyun, all of whom he trusted immensely.
Before departing, Yelu Yan extended his long arm and tightly embraced Li Xianyun in front of the assembly, his face filled with grief and reluctance.
With red eyes, Li Xianyun urged, "Husband, I must go."
Yelu Yan reluctantly let her go and helped Li Xianyun onto his mount, the renowned steed—the Chestnut Flame Horse.
While in Shangjing, Yelu Yan would sometimes take Li Xianyun to the racecourse to ride horses.
Li Xianyun would sometimes clamor to ride Yelu Yan’s mount.
His Fiery Flame Horse was wild and difficult to tame, and Yelu Yan, fearing she might fall, did not agree.
But unable to resist Li Xianyun’s relentless persuasion, topped with her coquettish complaints, he had to agree.
When Li Xianyun rode his mount, Yelu Yan became very anxious, riding beside her to protect her, fearing she might fall.
Unexpectedly, Li Xianyun rode very well.
The usually stubborn Fiery Flame Horse was surprisingly docile in front of Li Xianyun.
It’s said that horses understand human nature, and it seemed to know that the woman on its back was its master’s treasure, not to be affronted.
Later, upon reaching the racecourse, Li Xianyun would ride his mount for several laps before riding her own "Xuexue."
Though Jiang Ying did not understand why Li Xianyun refused to take a carriage and insisted on riding a steed, he knew that Li Xianyun was willing to follow him, and with Li Family Members holding threats over her, he thought she would not dare to change her mind halfway.
The group mounted their horses.
Li Xianyun took a deep look at Yelu Yan, wiped the mist from her eyes, as if she had made up her mind, squeezed the belly of her horse tightly with her legs, and the steed dashed away.
The others followed close behind, their iron hoofs striking the stone pavement with a thunderous noise.
The party moved further away, heading toward Xin Zhou.
Beside Yelu Yan, a guard, filled with righteous indignation, although very afraid of their Khan, still couldn’t help but respectfully say, "Khan, are you really going to let the Queen leave?"
How could he let go of the woman he adored so much?
"Of course not," Yelu Yan said with a solemn expression and a cold tone, "Issue the order. The Queen has been abducted by Houliang. Assemble the army and attack Xin Zhou immediately."
If Murong Ce could use this reason to boost morale, so could he, Yelu Yan.
Yelu Yan’s voice was sonorous and powerful, making everyone present’s blood boil with indignation, and they shouted with forceful voices, "Yes!"
The command, as if it had grown wings, spread and stirred throughout the Khitan camps.
The soldiers were fervently passionate, every one of them tense:
Dare to abduct the Queen, thinking Khitan has no one to defend her?
These young soldiers, in their prime and riding the high of a recent victory, were unstoppable in spirit.
They worshipped their Khan wholeheartedly, willing to lay down their lives fearlessly for him.
And now that the Khan’s beloved woman had been abducted, each soldier was furious, determined to rescue the Queen.
An army driven by rage is unstoppable.
On the ramparts of Xin Zhou, Murong Ce stood tall in his armor, the usually gentle noble transformed by his martial attire into a figure both awe-inspiring and commanding respect, appearing distant and commanding awe.
He stared intently at the distant official road, his eyes bright and piercing.
A general approached respectfully, knelt with a clenched fist salute, the harsh clanging of his armor echoing dully as it hit the ground.
"Your Majesty, the roll call is complete, the soldiers are prepared for battle, ready to follow your command at any time."
Murong Ce acknowledged softly and waved his hand.
The commander hurriedly retreated.
Murong Ce’s palace servant, Wen Yao, had followed Murong Ce for many years.
He had watched Murong Ce grow up and had long since come to consider him as his own child.
Wen Yao, concerned, looked at Murong Ce’s stern silhouette and, after much hesitation, finally couldn’t help but say, "Your Majesty, the wind is strong on the city tower, would you like to stay indoors for a while?"
There were a few low rooms on the city tower, used by the soldiers when they switched guard. Knowing that Murong Ce was coming, the rooms had already been cleaned.
Tables and chairs had been changed, the stove was already burning, and plenty of fine pastries were set out, fitting for the exalted status of their emperor.
Yet, their emperor, since ascending the city tower, had stood by the crenel and hadn’t even come close to the room.
Clad in armor and cloaked, he had stood in the biting wind for a long time.
No one knew why he stood in this shriveling wind.
Their emperor was always inscrutable; no one could get close to him, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Although Wen Yao didn’t know what the emperor was thinking, he knew that their emperor was never happy.
A look of pity couldn’t help but appear on Wen Yao’s face. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Murong Ce had grown up unloved by his father and mother. Although a prince, due to his birth mother’s lowly status and a shameful past, he faced humiliation from an early age.
Bullied by others outside and abused by his birth mother inside, he never felt a trace of warmth in the world.
From a young age, he lost his childlike innocence. His dark eyes were frightening, making people dare not look directly at him.
Murong Ce, once trampled in the mud, painstakingly schemed and ascended up high, becoming the pride of the heavens, looking down on all living beings, crushing those who had humiliated him under his feet.
But he was still unhappy.
This was related to the Commandery Princess from Ruiwang Residence.
Li Xianyun, Wen Yao had seen her.
Fair and delicate, soft and weak, reticent, she always sat quietly in the corner at every banquet.
She clearly also wished to be ignored, but her outstanding appearance and exceptional air made her stand out among the women, endearing her to others and making it difficult to ignore her presence.
Furthermore, with the Ninth Princess constantly envying Li Xianyun and looking for trouble, she always approached with arrogance but left with her tail between her legs, never gaining the upper hand in front of Li Xianyun yet persistently lacking self-awareness in seeking Li Xianyun’s displeasure.
If such a clever and adorable woman, whom no one dared to bully, were to accompany Murong Ce by his side, it wouldn’t be a bad thing.
Moreover, Wen Yao had indeed noticed some clues.
Whenever Li Xianyun appeared at a banquet, Murong Ce’s gaze would occasionally drift in her direction, and when the banquet was over, he would always somehow "coincidentally" run into Li Xianyun.
And Li Xianyun, as if encountering a flood or fierce beast, would always avoid him as much as possible.
This often irritated Murong Ce, leading him to allow a group of spoiled young masters to bully Li Xianyun and her brother.
Then he would regret it and personally deal with those who had bullied Li Xianyun.
Murong Ce’s character was always composed, but it fluctuated wildly because of Li Xianyun.
In this world, no one loved him, and he had never loved anyone, not knowing how to love.
Finally falling for someone, yet that person despised and hated him, how could Murong Ce not be provoked, frequently losing his reason?
Not knowing how long he had stood on the city tower, Wen Yao felt Murong Ce’s body sway slightly.
Following Murong Ce’s gaze into the distance, he saw a procession of riders approaching on the broad official road.
Judging by their figures, the ones in the lead seemed to be two women.
