The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 662 - 660 Husband, I’m fine (second update)

Soon, the battle was over, and the men in black were either dead or subdued.

After the dust had settled, Yelu Yan still held Li Xianyun close and said to the guards, "Spare no effort in prying open their mouths."

"Yes!" came the loud voices of the guards and the Hidden Guards.

Li Xianyun lifted her head, first looking at Yelu Yan, then scanning her surroundings.

The ground was densely strewn with the bodies of men in black, lying in various positions, while a few wounded ones knelt under the blade.

Yelu Yan looked down at Li Xianyun, supported her arm, and looked her over, "Are you hurt?"

Li Xianyun shook her head, "No."

She glanced at Bater and a few wounded guards and Hidden Guards, "But many are injured."

Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun’s pale face, grunted, and ordered the wounded to be treated.

A guard led Yelu Yan’s Fiery Flame Horse over.

Yelu Yan inspected Li Xianyun again, ensuring she was not hurt before he could relax.

"Let’s return to the palace."

As he spoke, Yelu Yan helped Li Xianyun onto the horse, mounted himself, and sat behind her, holding her in his arms. He looked at her once more, then spurred the horse, racing toward the Imperial Palace.

Following them was the Iron Cavalry of the guards and Hidden Guards.

Upon reaching the Khan Palace, Yelu Yan dismounted and carried Li Xianyun horizontally into the main building.

Inside the Khan Palace.

Yelu Yan sat on the soft couch, placing Li Xianyun on his lap, and looked down at her.

Seeing Yelu Yan’s furrowed brows, Li Xianyun smiled, "My lord, I’m fine."

"You can still smile? If I hadn’t arrived in time, you..."

He found himself unable to continue.

Li Xianyun said somewhat recklessly, "Actually, despite today’s danger, I’m quite pleased inside."

Yelu Yan softly hissed, pinched Li Xianyun’s cheeks, and said, "What nonsense are you talking?"

Li Xianyun placed her small hand gently on Yelu Yan’s chest, fiddling with his garment, "This means Murong Ce’s illness is severe, he’s desperate, ready to perish together with his enemies. It’s a good thing."

"Xianxian, for me, nothing is more important than you."

Li Xianyun rested her head on Yelu Yan’s shoulder and softly said, "I know."

Yelu Yan kissed her forehead, "Xianxian, can you not leave the palace tomorrow and rest for a day?"

Tonight and tomorrow, he needed to mobilize all forces to check for any that slipped through the net.

Li Xianyun looked up at him, "My lord, as you know, the academy has just started and hasn’t settled yet; I need to go."

Yelu Yan sighed, knowing Li Xianyun couldn’t stay idle.

"I will assign more personnel to you tomorrow."

Li Xianyun moved her lips, about to speak, but Yelu Yan preempted her, "Don’t refuse me again."

Li Xianyun pursed her lips and smiled, "Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you."

"That’s more like it."

Yelu Yan said, lowering his head to kiss Li Xianyun’s lips, "Xianxian, you sleep first; I have some matters to handle."

He had to personally interrogate those captured assassins.

Li Xianyun nodded, "Don’t be too late; come back early."

"Okay."

Yelu Yan said and deeply kissed Li Xianyun until she melted in his embrace.

He had long known Li Xianyun like the back of his hand.

Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun’s flushed face, "I’ll return to feed you more."

Li Xianyun laughed out loud, "Deng Tuzi."

The oppressive atmosphere finally eased up, thanks to Yelu Yan’s words.

Yelu Yan hugged Li Xianyun, stood up, and placed her on the soft couch, "I’m not sure when I’ll be back, and if I’m late, don’t wait for me. Go to sleep early."

Li Xianyun obediently responded with a hum.

...

In the gloomy, damp dungeon, the sounds of anguished wails were continuous.

Yelu Yan pushed the door open and walked in.

Jinwu, upon seeing Yelu Yan arriving, hurriedly came over to greet him, "Greetings to Khan."

Yelu Yan was very serious about this matter, so he assigned Jinwu to take charge.

Yelu Yan looked at the assassin on the interrogation rack, whose body was a bloody, raw mess of torn skin and flesh, and asked indifferently, "How is it going?"

"We’ve extracted some information, though it’s all trivial."

Yelu Yan pulled out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve and handed it to Jinwu.

Jinwu quickly accepted it. This was the medicine that the Queen had provided during the last interrogation, very effective.

Even the most stubborn criminals, once they took this medicine, would stare blankly as if possessed by demons, answering whatever was asked without hiding anything.

Jinwu personally administered the medicine to the assassin.

Initially, the assassin cursed at Jinwu, but his curses soon ceased as he shut his mouth, his eyes foggy and consciousness blurred.

After opening one assassin’s mouth, the others, seeing their plot exposed and realizing that keeping secrets was futile, confessed everything.

It seemed that Murong Ce was indeed very ill; he hadn’t shown up for many days, and it was a palace servant named Wen Yao and a woman surnamed Bai who were passing messages for him.

After the interrogation concluded, Yelu Yan walked out of the dungeon and said, "Come out."

Yelang and Tuoba Che emerged from the darkness, knelt before Yelu Yan, and bent their arms in salute, "Greetings to Khan."

Yelu Yan said calmly, "Proceed as planned. It’s time to present Murong Ce with a grand gift."

Both saluted and replied, "Yes, we will make the arrangements immediately."

After Yelu Yan had dealt with the matters there, he returned to the inner room of the main tower.

Inside the inner room, the candles were brightly lit. Li Xianyun was sitting up in bed, reading a medical book. Seeing Yelu Yan return, she placed the book on her legs.

Yelu Yan walked to the bedside, sat on the edge of the bed, and took her small hand in his, squeezing it gently, "Why haven’t you gone to sleep?"

"How can I sleep without you?" Li Xianyun replied with a coy smile.

"Then I’ll go bathe and then join you in bed."

Li Xianyun nodded her head.

Yelu Yan thoroughly washed himself, then hurried back to the inner room.

However, he found Li Xianyun already lying on her side in bed, facing away from him, appearing to be asleep.

The medical book she had been reading was still lying on the bedside table.

Yelu Yan unfastened his upper garment, revealing a broad expanse of chest, and got under the covers, wrapping his arms around Li Xianyun from behind.

Yelu Yan peeked at Li Xianyun.

Her eyelids were gently closed, her breathing even, seemingly deep in sleep.

Yelu Yan chuckled softly, his hand gliding over her chest.

Kneading it.

Meanwhile, he buried his face in the nape of her neck, where her skin was milky white, peppering it with light kisses.

Li Xianyun’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she continued to feign sleep.

Yelu Yan’s hands became increasingly bold, sliding inwards, grasping at her full and ample body, but because of her shapely curves, he couldn’t get a proper grip.

The sense of fullness was not just in his palm but also filled Yelu Yan’s heart, overwhelming him with excitement.

Li Xianyun’s sleeping clothes were loose, and Yelu Yan’s wandering hands within her clothes caused the neckline to fall open, revealing her slender swan neck and smooth, round arms.

Yelu Yan kissed her shoulder, then turned her body over, regarding her with an indescribable infatuation and attachment.

He lifted his hand to catch Li Xianyun’s chin, causing her rosy lips to part slightly, revealing her white teeth and a hint of her crimson tongue.