The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 235: If you dare to die, I’ll make sure the people you care about follow you to the grave (Second update).

Chapter 235: If you dare to die, I’ll make sure the people you care about follow you to the grave (Second update).

Yelu Yan seemed to hear the sound of his own heart shattering. He bowed his head and kissed Li Xianyun’s delicate cheek, murmuring, "Xianxian, it’s all in the past, stop thinking about it, okay?"

It was as if Li Xianyun hadn’t heard Yelu Yan’s words at all, and she spoke of her own accord, "In the following three years, to protect myself and my family, I strived to make myself stronger. By healing others, I earned a lot of money, created various poisons, crafted sleeve arrows, and studied all kinds of Hidden Weapons meticulously and cautiously. I managed to survive without much peril, but the malice of the wicked is something you could never imagine."

She paused for a moment before continuing, "A year ago, my personal maid Huanhuan was abducted by Murong Ce. He left me a note demanding I come alone to the prison to retrieve her, or else I would only meet her corpse. Murong Ce is known for being ruthless, and fearing the slight chance of something worse, I still chose to go to the prison by myself. Murong Ce had long been waiting there for me; he dismissed everyone else and led me into a courtyard..."

Li Xianyun frowned tightly, closing her eyes in pain.

Yelu Yan held her tightly in his embrace, struggling in his anguish.

How he wished he had been there in that courtyard to protect her, to prevent her from any harm.

Li Xianyun took a moment to recover, her eyes wet with tears, "From a room, I could hear Huanhuan’s piteous cries, along with the lewd laughter of several men. I ran to that room, kicked open the door, and saw several men on top of Huanhuan..."

Her tears started to flow, and she couldn’t continue. She was filled with hatred—hatred for Murong Ce, for those evil men, and even more for herself. She hated that she wasn’t strong enough to protect the people around her.

Yelu Yan listened quietly, his face ashen, eyes hard and cold, jaws clenched, veins on his forehead throbbing.

Throughout this year and more, Li Xianyun lived a life worse than death, forcing herself not to think about that scene, not to think about those events, otherwise, she truly wouldn’t have been able to go on living.

"Not a single inch of her skin was intact, and beneath her was blood... I charged in, shot those men dead with my sleeve arrows, and pulled Huanhuan out from among the corpses. At that moment, her eyes were vacant, she was barely breathing, hanging on by her last breath... Do you know what she told me with her last dying breath?" she said. "Master, it’s good that it’s Huanhuan who was caught, not you..."

Li Xianyun then nestled into Yelu Yan’s embrace and started sobbing.

She, Huanhuan, and Youlan had grown up together since they were children, as close as sisters.

Among them, Li Xianyun had a gentle and quiet nature, and Youlan also preferred solitude, only Huanhuan was the cheerful and lively one. Wherever she was, the place was filled with joy and laughter.

Like her, Huanhuan was also the eldest in her family, with two younger brothers and a sister. She was the most kind and sensible one, yet she met her untimely death at sixteen at the hands of those villains.

Yelu Yan hugged Li Xianyun tightly, pressing her head with his chin.

Feeling helpless and powerless, this sense of powerlessness was something Yelu Yan had never experienced before. It was as though a sharp blade was mercilessly slicing his heart, causing such pain.

The sight of his best sister being violated and killed would undoubtedly have left a profound shadow on her, which is why she was so fearful and resistant to the matters of the bedroom.

As memories flooded in, the past events played before her eyes.

Li Xianyun found herself back on that blood-stained afternoon.

She had held Huanhuan’s body in despair.

Her eyes were hollow, as if her soul had been stripped away.

Murong Ce had thought that making Li Xianyun despair would bring him great joy.

But when the moment actually arrived, the anticipated excitement did not come. Looking into Li Xianyun’s vacant eyes, Murong Ce felt unexpectedly at a loss.

He suddenly realized that everything he had done was just to make Li Xianyun submit to him, not truly to destroy her.

Murong Ce walked over to Li Xianyun.

Li Xianyun’s awareness suddenly coalesced, and she lifted her sleeve arrow to shoot at Murong Ce.

Murong Ce’s martial arts were highly advanced, and he easily dodged the several sleeve arrows shot at him.

With the last sleeve arrow remaining, Li Xianyun abruptly looked up and aimed the sleeve arrow at her own throat.

Murong Ce’s heart skipped a beat, and he threw himself at her without a care, pushing her arm away.

Fortunately, he was just in time, and that sleeve arrow thudded heavily into the wooden beam, the tail quivering intensely.

If he hadn’t intervened in time, what he would have seen was most likely the corpse of Li Xianyun.

Murong Ce gripped Li Xianyun’s delicate wrist tightly, his eyes blood-red, as he asked harshly, "What are you doing?!! Do you know what you’re doing?!! She was just a lowly maid, her death is not a pity!!"

Li Xianyun looked up at him, as though looking at a monster.

"She’s not a maid, she’s my sister, she died because of me! I want to go with her!!"

As Li Xianyun spoke, she pulled out her hairpin and stabbed towards Murong Ce’s chest, but he was wearing Gold-threaded Armor, and it couldn’t penetrate.

Li Xianyun then turned to stab his arm, his hand.

Blood spurted out, but Murong Ce didn’t even blink an eye, staring straight at her, as if he were a monster that felt no pain.

It was then that Li Xianyun truly realized that the man she had struggled against for three years was a monster, she simply couldn’t defeat him, because he wasn’t human at all!!

Despair overwhelmed her, and Li Xianyun grabbed the hairpin to stab her own chest, only to have it snatched away by Murong Ce, who threw the blood-stained hairpin far to the side.

Murong Ce pulled at her wrist roughly, his eyes red as he looked at her, "Listen to me, Li Xianyun! If you dare to die, I will see to it that your father, mother, brother, and sister are buried with you!! I mean what I say!!"

Li Xianyun looked up at him, a bitter smile on her lips, tears streaming down ceaselessly, hatred, loathing, sorrow... all kinds of terrible emotions surged towards her.

Murong Ce thought he had trained himself to be as impervious as iron, immune to any emotion.

But he was wrong, seeing Li Xianyun’s tears of despair, his heart softened, he felt pain, he must be mad.

But he was a madman to begin with, and whatever a madman does is normal.

Murong Ce bent down to kiss Li Xianyun’s eyes.

Li Xianyun turned her head away in disgust.

Murong Ce did not persist, instead he straightened up and let go of her now reddened, delicate wrist.

"You may go, but if you dare to die, you know what I’ll do."

Li Xianyun wanted to leave with Huanhuan’s body on her back, but she had nothing to carry her with.

Huanhuan had died a terrible death, and Li Xianyun couldn’t let her lose her dignity in the end.

Looking around, Li Xianyun saw that Huanhuan’s clothes had been torn to pieces.

She stood up, tore down the curtains from the archway, and wrapped Huanhuan gently, tying a knot.

"Huanhuan, I’m taking you home."

After wrapping Huanhuan, Li Xianyun tried to carry her on her back, but she was too weak, couldn’t lift her, and had no leverage.

Murong Ce came forward to help.

Li Xianyun glared at him fiercely, "Get lost!!"

She wasn’t afraid of death, so there was nothing left in this world that could scare her.

Li Xianyun lifted Huanhuan onto a chair, supported her, squatted down in front of her, heaved her onto her back, and began to walk slowly outside.

Carrying the corpse of Huanhuan on her back, she left the prison; however, pressured by the power of Houliang, no officials dared to question her, leaving her to seek her own revenge.

She wanted revenge, she wanted Murong Ce to be ruined, to live a life worse than death!!