The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 205 Xianxian, how can you forgive me? (Second update)

Chapter 205: 205 Xianxian, how can you forgive me? (Second update)

Li Xianyun had no choice but to lean close to Yelu Yan’s ear and repeat her idea.

Yelu Yan bent down his body with a smile in his eyes, showing extreme indulgence.

After visiting Ruyi Square, Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun strolled for a while before going to a restaurant for a meal.

After eating, they continued their leisurely walk.

Yelu Yan had never before wasted time on aimless wandering, considering it irresponsible and a misuse of time.

Now, however, he found such moments extremely beautiful and delightful.

The two of them played until very late, only returning to the palace by carriage when the streets had become empty.

Once on the carriage, Li Xianyun began to feel sleepy, her eyes moist and her eyelids as heavy as if they weighed a thousand pounds.

Yelu Yan held Li Xianyun in his arms, pressed her little head against his sturdy chest, and gently kissed her forehead, the corners of his mouth curving upward. "Sleep, I’ll wake you when we arrive."

"Mm."

Just as the carriage left the street market, a man wearing a straw hat came out from around the corner, eyes filled with dark and ruthless resentment as he watched the carriage drive away.

After delivering his message and just as he was slipping back into hiding, several figures descended from above and surrounded him and his companion.

The man hurriedly drew his sword to confront them, "Who are you?"

"Those who’ve come to take your dog life."

After the other party finished speaking, they closed in, and in the dark alley, blades clashed, and the sound of swords filled the air, quickly returning to silence.

Few lifeless bodies lay on the cold ground, some men stayed to clean up the corpses, while others returned to Yan Manor, and still others went to report back.

As the carriage moved slowly, Yelu Yan looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms.

If she felt sleepy, she would long to fall asleep the next moment, she was just too adorable.

A lone rider sped through the night, reaching the window of the carriage, Yelang pulled the reins and said in a low voice, "Reporting to the Khan, as per your orders, all have been killed, not a single one left alive."

Yelu Yan, hiding his tender expression, said calmly, "This Khan is aware."

Yelang respectfully said, "Khan, we’ve also intercepted a letter."

Yelu Yan said softly, "Stop the carriage."

The carriage slowly came to a halt.

Li Xianyun, disturbed by the halt, rubbed her small face against Yelu Yan’s broad chest and murmured, "My husband."

Yelu Yan drew closer to Li Xianyun’s small face and said softly, "Your husband is here, sleep well, alright?"

"Mm."

Yelu Yan’s mouth curved upward; this time, in her hazy state, she finally didn’t call for that detestable white cat anymore.

He had no intention of competing with a cat for affection.

After Li Xianyun had fallen into a deep sleep, Yelu Yan opened the window and extended his hand outside.

Yelang immediately placed the note in Yelu Yan’s hand with utmost respect.

Yelu Yan read the note and handed it back out, "The message can be released."

Yelang bowed respectfully, "Yes, I will see to it immediately."

The carriage continued on, outside it was pitch black, a chill wind swept the ground, while inside, sentiments flowed, warm and wonderful.

It wasn’t until the latter part of the night that Bai Mengling finally fell asleep amidst tears, when suddenly she heard a loud "thump" as someone kicked the door open.

Bai Mengling was terrified, and she immediately sat up in bed, clutching the blanket and looking outside.

Soon, she could hear the heavy and unsteady footsteps of a man.

Bai Mengling’s heart shrank, wanting to hide, but she didn’t know where to go.

No matter where she hid, there was no escaping his clutches.

Her grandfathers, grandmothers, father, mother, and little brother had all died tragically at the hands of that demon, and the only purpose she had for living now was to seek revenge and hate.

Murong Ce walked around the large screen and appeared before her.

Bai Mengling was so scared that she hid under the bed.

Seeing her hide, Murong Ce did not get angry; instead, he soothed her with a soft voice, "Xianxian, don’t be scared. I won’t do anything to hurt you ever again. I’ll just stand here and not move; you don’t have to be afraid."

And with that, he truly stood his ground and did not take another step forward.

Bai Mengling frowned slightly, watching his infatuated expression, it seemed he had mistaken her for a woman named "Xianxian."

Back then, she had escaped the massacre simply because she resembled a certain woman, didn’t she?

She was grateful that she bore some resemblance to the woman in Murong Ce’s heart; otherwise, she would have had no opportunity for revenge.

Murong Ce looked at Bai Mengling with infatuation, "Xianxian, what do I have to do for you to forgive me? I’ve exterminated all those who once bullied you, what more do you want? Do you have to see me dead before you will forgive me?"

Only then did Bai Mengling notice that his handsome cheeks were flushed, his eyes hazy, and his stance unsteady—he was clearly drunk.

"They sent me word that you were walking on the streets with Yelu Yan, all lovey-dovey. You won’t even let me touch you, yet you allowed that man to hold your hand, to wrap his arms around your waist. Can’t you consider my feelings at all?"

Murong Ce paused for a moment, "It was you who said to give me time to consider our relationship properly, giving me hope. When I eagerly returned to Houliang to persuade Father Emperor to ask for your hand in marriage, you turned around and became betrothed to the Khitan—you betrayed me!"

As he spoke, he angrily knocked the items on the table beside him to the floor, his chest heaving with violent rage that had nowhere to be let out.

A sinister smile on his lips, Murong Ce looked at Bai Mengling darkly, "Perhaps I’ve spoiled you too much, been too indulgent with you, which made you forget what I’m really like. When you betrayed me, did you not think of your father king, your mother consort, your younger siblings? With just one word from me, they could end up decapitated."

Bai Mengling, on hearing this and thinking about her slain relatives, turned pale, her teeth clenching with ferocity.

Seeing her reaction, Murong Ce walked towards the bed, his brow furrowed, his face full of pain, "Xianxian, don’t be afraid. I was just trying to scare you; how could I bear to see you upset? I’m just so heartbroken, that’s why I said those rotten things. Don’t be scared, forgive me."

As he drew nearer, Bai Mengling was petrified and couldn’t help screaming in terror.

Murong Ce abruptly stopped in his tracks, raising his hands and soothing her in a soft voice, "Xianxian, don’t be scared. I won’t come over, is that alright? I swore to you, if you don’t permit it, I won’t touch you again. You have to believe me."

Seeing that Murong Ce was no longer advancing, Bai Mengling stopped her screaming but still looked at him with terror.

Murong Ce shook his head slightly; the woman on the bed was starting to blur a bit, "Xianxian, remember, you are mine; I won’t allow you to be close with any other man but me."

The woman on the bed became clearer and clearer until Murong Ce suddenly realized that it wasn’t his Xianxian at all. In a fit of anger and embarrassment, he turned around, swept his sleeve, and left, kicking down the screen as he passed it.

With a "bang," Bai Mengling shuddered in fear.

Still terrified, she covered her face and cried, "Grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, little brother, you must bless me to avenge you."

That night, when Li Xianyun was sleeping in a deep slumber, she felt a burning body press up against her from behind, and a rough hand also covered her.

Ever since they started living together, Yelu Yan had changed, no longer maintaining his ascetic restraint. He seemed to have a gap that was hard to bridge, and every deep night when all was silent, he would embrace her and tease her.

Li Xianyun shrank away, dodging him, "My lord, please, no."