The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 416 - 415 Xianxian, how could you? How dare you?!! (First Update)

Chapter 416: 415 Xianxian, how could you? How dare you?!! (First Update)

Qingfeng Pavilion was silent, save for the occasional clear sound of the night watch.

Bai Mengling mustered her courage and stepped forward.

She wanted to avenge her entire family by killing Murong Ce, this devil.

But in the past few days, whenever Murong Ce summoned her or visited her palace, he just looked at her from a distance without any inappropriate behavior.

Indeed, he was madly in love with that woman—who was said to have become the favored concubine of the Khitan Khan.

Since Murong Ce left last time, she had not been summoned for several days.

Bai Mengling thought he had forgotten about her due to his daily affairs and felt very uneasy. If he forgot about her, how could she get close to him, how could she take her revenge?

Unexpectedly, today Murong Ce remembered her again.

An opportunity so hard to come by, she wanted to seize it; otherwise, she didn’t know how long it would be before she could meet him again.

Bai Mengling was willing to shorten the distance between her and Murong Ce, even if it meant selling her body. To take her revenge, she was prepared to sacrifice everything.

Murong Ce watched her approach slowly, his eyes growing colder and more inscrutable.

His eyes were the same when he killed her family—violent and merciless, like a ferocious beast with a thirst for blood.

Bai Mengling became somewhat frightened.

But then she thought about how she had been bossing everyone around in the palace these days, even smashing many precious things, yet Murong Ce had not punished her, and she regained her courage.

Bai Mengling walked up to Murong Ce and raised her hand to embrace his arm.

But before she could even touch his robe, she was kicked away by Murong Ce.

Bai Mengling hit the corner of a table hard and spat out a mouthful of bloody pus.

She had always known Murong Ce was a master of martial arts, and now she had truly experienced it—his kick almost cost her life.

Bai Mengling struggled to sit up and saw a pair of black boots embroidered with golden dragon patterns appear before her eyes.

Following the boots upwards, she saw the handsome face filled with coldness and brutality.

His gaze was extremely icy and terrifying.

Bai Mengling’s back was drenched in cold sweat, and her hands trembled uncontrollably.

Murong Ce let out a cold laugh, leaned over, and with the crook of his hand gripped Bai Mengling’s jaw harshly.

Bai Mengling felt as if her jaw was about to be crushed, and tears flowed from the pain.

Murong Ce brought his terrifying face close and stared at her playfully, murmuring indifferently, "What do you think you are, daring to touch Us? To Us, you are nothing more than a shell with those eyes. If not for those eyes that resemble Hers, do you think you’d still be alive? Recognize your place, or else you won’t even know how you died."

As he spoke, Murong Ce pushed Bai Mengling’s jaw away harshly with the crook of his hand.

Bai Mengling fell heavily to the floor.

Murong Ce looked down on her from above, filled with disgust he said, "Scram!"

Bai Mengling hurriedly got up from the ground and rushed out of Qingfeng Pavilion.

Waiting outside, Xiang Rong snorted coldly as she saw Bai Mengling being helped by the maids, looking disoriented, her eyes filled with contempt.

Murong Ce sat back down on the soft couch and commanded in a faint voice, "Bring wine!"

The guard outside hurriedly brought the fine autumnal brew, Autumn Moon White.

Murong Ce poured and drank by himself, gradually becoming shrouded in a drunken haze.

After a long while, Xiang Rong, feeling somewhat uneasy, lifted her skirts and walked in, only to see Murong Ce propping up his head with one hand and holding a wine cup in the other. Clearly too drunk to function, he was still pouring wine into his mouth, with half of it spilling onto the desk and cushion, making everything damp.

Xiang Rong bowed and said, "Your Majesty, you’re drunk. Please don’t drink anymore."

A drunk person’s reactions are slow.

A moment later, Murong Ce finally turned his head to look at Xiang Rong, and in his daze, it seemed as though he saw Li Xianyun.

A desolate smile appeared on Murong Ce’s lips, "Xianxian, you do pity me after all, haunting my dreams night after night. Now even in my drunken state, I can see you, how wonderful."

He drank another cup of wine.

As the wine went down his throat, it was spicy and bitter, causing him to unconsciously furrow his brows.

Murong Ce looked at the wine cup and said, "Xianxian, I truly regret, regret being too kind and too indulgent towards you. If that day I had forced you, could you only have given yourself to me? Then there would be nothing to do with Yelu Yan."

Xiang Rong frowned. That woman, Li Xianyun, was Murong Ce’s catastrophe. Ever since he met Li Xianyun, Murong Ce had changed a lot.

"But how could I bear to humiliate you, how could I stand to see you cry?" Murong Ce’s face flushed with drink, and he raised his hand to fiercely strike his chest, "Seeing you cry, it hurts so much right here. In this world I don’t love anyone, not even myself, but I just happened to fall in love with you. Why can’t you be a little nicer to me? Even a little would be enough. You are so cold, so disdainful of me, you even want to kill me."

Murong Ce then gave a bitter laugh, "But I still love you, I’m such a bastard! I wish I didn’t love you. Loving you truly hurts!"

As he spoke, he drank another cup of wine, "Xianxian, what are you doing now, are you enjoying Yelu Yan beneath you? How could you? How dare you?!!"

Murong Ce suddenly stood up, sweeping the wine flasks and cups from the table onto the floor, overturning the desk, his chest heaving violently, his eyes turning red, "You’re mine!! You can only be mine!!!"

Xiang Rong was startled but dared not make a sound.

Murong Ce was ruthlessly cruel; his birth mother, Consort Liu, was locked in the Cold Palace, and those who had once bullied him were either blinded or had their legs cut off, and several wicked ones had been made into human swine by him.

Murong Ce had clearly seen Xiang Rong by now, and could distinguish that she was not Li Xianyun. He yelled with disgust, "Get out, all of you get out!!"

Inside the chamber of the Khan Palace.

The bed curtains fluttered, revealing a vague human figure.

Small bells hanging on the bed curtains rang crisply, accompanying the rocking of the bed, sounding like an endless melody without conclusion.

This melody had been playing for a long time like a river rolling and rushing to the sea, never knowing rest.

Within the lotus tent, a fair beauty lay softly on the red quilt, making her skin look even more fair and delicate.

Li Xianyun rested on a scented pillow, her black hair sprawling over, her palm-sized tender white face unnaturally flushed, her beautiful eyes half-closed, her brows furrowed, her two small hands tightly clutching the man’s head as if grasping at a lifesaver.

It seemed as if she was enduring immense pain.

In reality, it was quite the opposite; an indescribably overwhelming sensation felt like it was going to drown a person in it.

Yelu Yan buried his head in her chest, kissing her, looking up at her face, not wanting to miss any expression on her face.

Being unable to bear it any longer, Li Xianyun said faintly, "Husband, my lord, I’m going to die, I really am about to die."

Yelu Yan didn’t want her to speak such inauspicious words, and he kissed her lips, muffledly saying, "Don’t talk nonsense... Do you like it? Hmm?"

Seeing that Li Xianyun didn’t answer, Yelu Yan became quite domineering.

Li Xianyun clung tightly to him, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and beginning to trickle down, "My lord..."

Her delicate voice, as if coated in honey, sounded sweet in the ear.