The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 641 - 639 Tempered Steel and Supple Around the Finger (First Update)

Chapter 641: 639 Tempered Steel and Supple Around the Finger (First Update)

Bai Mengling’s face was deathly pale, devoid of any blood.

Indeed, hadn’t she stayed by Murong Ce’s side to find an opportunity to assassinate him?

Why not seize this perfect opportunity and kill him now?

Murong Ce saw the murderous intent rising in Bai Mengling’s eyes and continued to provoke her.

"Think of the tragic deaths of your family members. Your father gouged out his own eyes, and how your younger brother, mother, and grandparents were killed with a single stroke. Think of your mother’s miserable wails..."

Bai Mengling trembled with fury and could no longer bear it. She grabbed the dagger and fiercely stabbed it towards Murong Ce’s chest, "Die!!"

She heard the slight sound of the blade piercing through fabric and sinking into flesh.

The moment the blade penetrated, bright red blood gushed out, spilling over her hands, warm and hot.

The heavy scent of blood also rushed into her nostrils.

Accompanied by these unfamiliar sensations, a miserable and shrill voice came along with the sound of doors being pushed open, "Your Majesty!!"

Then came the chaotic sound of footsteps and weapons scraping against armor and the ground.

Bai Mengling didn’t know who had fiercely shoved her; she fell heavily to the ground.

"Imperial Physician!"

"Quickly, call the Imperial Physician!!"

In an instant, Murong Ce was surrounded by people.

Various frantic and disorderly voices followed.

So many people didn’t want him to die.

Two guards held their swords to Bai Mengling’s neck.

Bai Mengling still maintained her position of having been pushed down to the ground.

Turning her head, she glanced at the disorganized crowd and through the gaps in the clothing, she could see Murong Ce’s dark-colored robe corner.

It turned out people were so fragile; even the invincible and immensely powerful Murong Ce was no exception.

The sharp blade went deep with just a stab. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Was he going to die?

She finally avenged her family.

Her father, mother, younger brother, and grandparents could finally rest in peace.

Bai Mengling should have been happy, but she couldn’t feel any joy at all.

What a pity. She would no longer see those beautiful eyes, nor the deep affection, doting, and infatuation that lay in those eyes.

Although the rare warmth from Murong Ce was not directed at her but through her at another woman — the woman he loved deeply with his life.

To calm her rage, Murong Ce was willing to die by her hand.

At that instant, he must have mistaken her for the woman he loved.

That’s why he wanted her to kill him.

Murong Ce wanted his beloved woman to be his killer, not her, the shell harboring eyes.

From the panicked voices of the palace servants, palace maids, and guards, it was apparent that Murong Ce was dying, truly dying.

But why didn’t she feel happy at all?

Several thoughts circled in her mind like moths.

One particularly terrifying thought, like a river’s edge receding during ebb tide, became increasingly clear.

She had hopelessly fallen in love with her own enemy.

Just like Murong Ce had hopelessly fallen in love with a woman who hated him.

It turns out they were both pitiable and despicable.

Soon, someone finally noticed her.

"This woman attempted to assassinate His Majesty, drag her away and execute her!"

"Insolence." A weak yet commanding voice rose.

The chaos in the room seemed to be instantly sucked away by this brief proclamation.

No one dared to speak; all held their breath and gazed at the handsome and tall man whose wound was being tended to by the Imperial Physician.

Despite his injuries, Murong Ce’s gaze remained fierce and icy cold, his imperial majesty and regal nobility undiminished.

"It’s not her fault, let her go."

Bai Mengling’s eyes, dry a moment ago, instantly brimmed with tears upon hearing the words.

They couldn’t be stopped.

Murong Ce, rather than killing her, was letting her go.

Their Highness, whose heart was exceptionally ruthless—preferring to wrongly slay a thousand than let one escape—Wen Yao thought he had misheard and asked, "Your Majesty, do you truly intend to let her go?"

Murong Ce said quietly, "Let her leave the palace and return her freedom."

Bai Mengling sat up straight, mustered her courage, and said, "I won’t leave! I want to stay here!"

Wen Yao looked to Murong Ce, unsure of what to do.

But Murong Ce had already weakly closed his eyes.

Wen Yao had no time to deal with Bai Mengling and ordered, "Take her back to her original residence, and make sure she is watched!"

The guard complied and said to Bai Mengling with a cold voice, "Get up."

But Bai Mengling’s legs were weak; she simply couldn’t stand.

The two guards had no choice but to carry Bai Mengling out.

Upon reaching Qionglu Palace, Bai Mengling was thrown into the inner chamber.

All the maids of Qionglu Palace were driven out and the door was locked, with guards stationed outside and men standing by the windows too.

Even if she grew wings, she couldn’t escape.

She was, after all, someone who had attempted to assassinate His Majesty; she had to be kept under close watch.

Bai Mengling sat on the ground for a while, then lifted her hand and saw the bloodstains that had solidified.

It was his blood.

Struggling, Bai Mengling got up from the floor, went to the washroom, scooped water from a bucket into a wooden basin, and frantically scrubbed the bloodstains off her hands.

But no matter how many times she washed, replacing the water basin after basin, rubbing her hands red, she still felt they weren’t clean.

She kept washing and scrubbing over and over again...

After who knows how long, woeful cries like that of a blood-weeping cuckoo echoed from the washroom.

It came from deep within her lungs, piercing through her heart.

...

Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun’s carriage traveled for nearly a month before finally arriving at Shangjing.

In fact, Shulu Xi had led his army to the Capital City half a month earlier than them.

During that month, Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun had traveled from the bitter cold of winter to the chilly early spring.

Like immortal lovers, in perfect harmony, carefree and untroubled.

Outside the gates of Shangjing City, bustle filled the area, already crowded with people.

In the very front were neatly arranged officials, and beyond them, common folks lining the roads to welcome them.

They had received the news of Khan’s return early in the morning when it was still dark and had been waiting here since.

They looked forward eagerly.

When it was about 11 AM, they finally saw a grand procession appearing on the royal road.

The scorching brilliance of the sun fell on the canopy of the carriage, reflecting a bright light.

The robust horses also gleamed under the sunlight.

Everything seemed jubilant.

As the carriage approached, everyone knelt down and saluted, "Welcome, Khan! Welcome, Queen!"

Yelu Yan, leading Li Xianyun, stepped out of the carriage and stood in front of the carriage, receiving the kneeling salutes of the officials and the people.

Yelu Yan said in a deep voice, "Rise, everyone."

The people then stood, lifting their gaze toward the couple on the carriage.

The man, handsome and majestic, robust and grand, seemed to support the heavens and the earth.

The woman, delicate and tender, graceful like a willow, the type who inspires protectiveness.

One was as strong as Tempered Steel, the other as soft as silk around a finger.

Heaven-made, bone-deep beauty, arousing envy in many.

Who knows how many eyes were on Yelu Yan’s hand, holding Li Xianyun’s?

Khan had changed so much since getting married.

Before marriage, as unyielding as an iceberg; after, it seemed he couldn’t wait for the whole world to know he loved his wife, loved his Queen.