The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 665 - 663 What do you think you are? (One more update)

Murong Ce furrowed his brows, his head splitting with pain.

He glared at Bai Mengling with unrestrained fury and said harshly, "What right do you have to dare attempt assassinating her?"

Tears slid from the corners of Bai Mengling’s eyes, like a murmuring brook.

"I know I’m worthless in your eyes, but I can’t bear to see you suffer because of a woman who doesn’t love you. Why should she live joyfully and freely while you endure pain every day?"

"That’s a matter between her and me, none of your concern. Get out!"

Bai Mengling wanted to persuade him further, but Wen Yao interrupted, "Miss Bai, you should return to the palace."

Wen Yao signaled a Palace Maid with his eyes, and she hastily helped Bai Mengling up from the ground where her freshly vomited blood had left a crimson stain on the icy floor.

Murong Ce did not want to let her off so easily, but his headache was severe, drenching him in cold sweat.

This had become his norm over these days.

Wen Yao quickly stepped forward to support Murong Ce, "Your Majesty, you should go rest in bed."

Murong Ce’s headaches were getting worse by the day, transforming from intermittent throbbing to a continuous, enduring pain, and he had fainted several times because of it.

Inside the Emperor’s bedchamber.

Murong Ce lay in bed, his hand resting on his forehead.

Wen Yao brought over hot tea, noticing how unbearable Murong Ce’s suffering was, and placed the tea on the nearby desk.

Murong Ce said faintly, "Has Liu Heng not returned yet?"

"Not yet," Wen Yao hurriedly replied.

Murong Ce’s pain was intense, and most of the Imperial Physicians in the palace had been killed in one of his fits of rage.

Later, one of Murong Ce’s close officials had recommended an itinerant doctor.

After examining Murong Ce, the itinerant doctor mentioned a medicine from Western Yunnan called Wushi Powder, made from five types of stones, which would help alleviate the pain when taken.

The itinerant doctor also spoke of the medicine’s potent effects.

Upon taking it, one’s temperament could drastically change, and desires intensify.

After each dose, intercourse was necessary to suppress the overwhelming desires and pain.

Murong Ce had remained chaste for Li Xianyun over the years, not so much as touching another woman’s finger besides hers.

Murong Ce feared he wouldn’t be able to control himself after taking the medicine, potentially committing acts he would regret toward Li Xianyun.

But he simply had no time to ponder these concerns.

With the severity of his headaches, Murong Ce had someone fetch the medicine from Western Yunnan.

Wary of deceit, Murong Ce had his confidant, Liu Heng, verify the medicine at both the Imperial Medical Bureau and the civilian pharmacies.

As Murong Ce silently endured his illness, a Palace Servant respectfully entered, knelt on the floor and announced, "Your Majesty, General Liu is outside the palace, requesting an audience."

Wen Yao looked at Murong Ce with surprise and delight.

Murong Ce nodded.

Wen Yao immediately said, "Bring him in."

Before long, a lean man entered, kneeling at a distance from the bed, "I greet Your Majesty. The medicine has been examined, and there are no problems."

Murong Ce opened his eyes and glanced at Wen Yao.

Understanding the cue, Wen Yao stepped forward, took the medicine, and approached Murong Ce.

A Palace Servant helped Murong Ce sit up.

Murong Ce looked at the kneeling Liu Heng, "Dismissed."

Liu Heng had been personally promoted by Murong Ce and was deeply loyal to him.

Otherwise, Murong Ce wouldn’t have entrusted him with this task.

At Murong Ce’s words, Liu Heng respectfully bowed, then retreated with downcast eyes.

Murong Ce instructed everyone else to leave.

The vast bedchamber was left with only him and Wen Yao.

"Your Majesty, it’s said that Wushi Powder causes great harm to the body. Are you sure you want to drink it?"

Murong Ce took the porcelain bottle, poured a brown pill into the palm of his hand and, with a flick, swallowed it.

"Go and lock the door from the outside, stand guard there, and let all other Palace Attendants go down. I only trust you."

Murong Ce added another sentence, "No matter what you hear later, do not open the door, nor allow any woman to enter."

Wen Yao hesitated, but still spoke, "Your Majesty, why put yourself through this pain? The itinerant doctor said that after taking the pill, one must engage in sexual intercourse to suppress the cravings, or else one will suffer great agony. Why not let Miss Bai... "

"Did you not understand my words?"

Wen Yao hurried to kneel on the ground, apologizing, "Your Majesty, forgive me."

"Go down."

"Yes."

After Wen Yao left, he did as Murong Ce had instructed; he sent all the Palace Attendants down and locked the doors, standing guard at the entrance.

After about an hour or so, Murong Ce’s pained cries and the sound of things being smashed could be heard from inside.

Wen Yao, startled, pressed close to the Palace Gate.

Then he felt someone inside vigorously shaking the door, "Let me go out!"

Wen Yao, bracing the door, said, "Your Majesty, I am simply following orders, please bear with it!"

"Let me out!!" Murong Ce screamed piercingly.

Amidst the roar, there came a series of thuds from kicking the door, making it ring out loudly.

After about an hour or so of commotion, things inside finally quieted down a bit.

As night fell, Wen Yao spoke from outside, "Your Majesty, may I come in now?"

Inside, there was dead silence, no sound came out.

Wen Yao unlocked the door, walked in with a lantern in hand.

The floor was littered with broken vases, cups, lanterns, and more, in complete disarray.

Wen Yao lifted the lantern towards the bed.

In the dim light, Wen Yao saw Murong Ce sprawling on the bed, his legs dangling to the floor.

Completely still.

Wen Yao’s heart skipped a beat, "Your Majesty," he quickly stepped over the fragments and approached.

He then saw Murong Ce with his garments flung open, revealing his sturdy chest, his hair disheveled, his face deathly pale, and his eyes, bloodshot, staring straight at the canopy above, motionless.

Wen Yao was terrified, fearing that Murong Ce had died, and tried calling out, "Your Majesty."

Murong Ce did not respond.

Not until Wen Yao came closer and called out again.

Murong Ce suddenly sat up from the bed, startling Wen Yao into retreating again and again, dropping the lantern to the ground.

The paper covering the lantern ignited, and the bright flame quivered as it shot upward. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

In the firelight, Murong Ce’s face was painted red, his dark eyes dancing with flames.

For a moment, Wen Yao could not distinguish whether Murong Ce was human or a spectral apparition.

Murong Ce’s gaze suddenly shot over, "What are you standing there for, light the lamp."

"Yes."

Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief, so the Emperor was still alive, not dead.

He lit the lanterns in the room and had the Palace Maids and Palace Servants clean up the shards scattered all over.

When he saw Murong Ce again, now fully dressed in the Emperor’s robes, his spirit seemed sharpened by the illness as if he had never been languishing in bed like withered grass covered with frost and without a trace of life.

Now, he was like withered wood meeting spring, bursting with new life.

That night, Murong Ce summoned his ministers, settling the piled-up state affairs.

Of course, the most important task was to strike at those courtiers who had stirred at the sight of his grave illness.