The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan -
Chapter 436 - 435 Fate of Iron Blood and Tenderness (Second Update)
Chapter 436: 435 Fate of Iron Blood and Tenderness (Second Update)
Princess Jinyu learned for the first time that a man could be so foul-smelling; the stench emanated as soon as he opened his mouth.
And yet, that ugly face was pressed tightly against hers, that foul mouth kissing her cheeks and lips, and even forcing her to open her mouth...
The disgusting smell rushed into her mouth.
Her stomach churned, ready to vomit at any second.
Seeing her gag, the man on top of her became enraged and delivered two harsh slaps to her face as he straddled her.
All she felt was a thunderous roar in her head, stars burst before her eyes, and the taste of blood filled her mouth—she was bleeding.
She sank into deep despair.
Because she was bleeding from another place as well.
A woman only sought for pleasure, nobody cared whether she lived or died.
They just wanted to finish quickly and move on to the next person.
In fact, the people around were incessantly urging and cursing.
When that ugly and old man finally came out, he unexpectedly found blood on him and exclaimed excitedly, "Damn, I’m actually her first."
Upon hearing this, the others grew even more excited, rubbing their hands together, eager to have a go.
"Damn, we really hit the jackpot today."
"Why not go for another round later?"
"That’s a damn good idea."
Her gaze empty, she looked to the side, allowing herself to be toyed with.
She didn’t know which man had entered as the next.
As soon as that man got on top of her, his arrogant laughter didn’t even manage to escape before it was caught in his throat, his body freezing like stone.
Horror deep to the bone showed on the man’s face, and he spat out a mouthful of thick blood, collapsing straight onto her alabaster body.
Only then did she see the cause; an arrow was lodged deep into his back, claiming his life.
She looked up intently.
Not far away, a man on a tall horse was illuminated by the firelight, casting a mix of brightness and shadows on his handsome face, looking incredibly majestic and powerful.
For a moment, Princess Jinyu believed that Yelu Yan was not a mortal, but a divine being sent by the heavens to rescue her in pity of her suffering and disgrace.
The other men, still with their trousers undone, planning to take turns and have another go, now seeing a dead body, fled in terror, each scrambling to escape without choosing their path.
The man on horseback, with a few swift movements of archery, left none of the men who had just abused her alive.
This man, who seemed like a deity, was her savior, rescuing her at her most helpless and wretched moment.
At that time, several guards galloped over and positioned themselves to the left and right of Yelu Yan, with one saying, "Prince, just as you predicted, the enemy is fleeing straight for the Northern City Gate. Marshal Ma is already waiting there under your orders, and today will be their end."
Yelu Yan gave a faint "hm" and pointed in her direction, saying, "That woman should still be alive, you go and rescue her."
After Yelu Yan spoke, he spurred his horse and rode off, the other guards following, while two galloped towards her.
The two guards moved the man off of her.
She was finally free.
One guard took off his outer garment for her, covering her with it, and asked, "Who are you?"
Wrapping herself tightly in the garment, her appearance disheveled and her face covered in blood from that man, not even her relatives could recognize her.
Perhaps that was for the best.
She lied, "I am just a maiden of the palace."
To keep her identity hidden, she took advantage of the moment the two guards were leading her out and escaped.
To this day, like many others, Yelu Yan had no idea that the person trapped in that morass, in that neglected corner, was her—Princess Jinyu.
The sound of carriages broke Princess Jinyu’s reverie, pulling her back to the present.
Outside the hunting grounds, a luxurious carriage was flanked by neatly arranged guards.
A procession came majestically.
The imperial relatives and nobles, as well as princes and high officials who were in the hunting grounds, all stood up, standing respectfully. The hunting grounds, initially filled with whispering voices, instantly fell silent, replaced by an atmosphere of solemnity and seriousness.
Princess Jinyu glanced at her royal brother—Prince Gechwel—and followed suit, standing up as well.
Upon reaching the entrance of the hunting grounds, Yelu Yan dismounted his horse.
Jinwu hurriedly took the reins.
Yelu Yan then went straight to the carriage.
The entrance of the hunting grounds was very close to the pavilion where the women were seated; they could see everything happening at the entrance very clearly.
Palace servants placed the carriage step, and the maids respectfully opened the carriage door.
Yelu Yan extended his hand into the carriage compartment with considerate gestures, obviously intending to help someone down.
Princess Jinyu fixed her gaze and saw first a delicate jade hand.
In the morning sun, that fair little hand was dazzlingly bright, delicate and tender as new sprouts in the woods, so tender as if boneless.
One could tell at a glance it was the hand of a temptress.
No wonder even the pure-hearted Yelu Yan was enchanted by her; no wonder even the valiant and heroic Ji Chuchu was willing to admit defeat.
Then, a face as fine as jade emerged.
Dark brows needed no painting, red lips required no adornment, and her doe-like eyes were lively and tender. With her exquisite nose and cherry lips, she was so beautiful that it made the heart leap, so beautiful it made one momentarily forget all other thoughts.
In the presence of such a cheek with baby fat, pure and adorable, combined with a touch of innocence, one really couldn’t associate her with the term ’temptress’.
Princess Jinyu tried hard to find flaws in her:
The face was too white, too tender, her breasts too big for her age of seventeen or eighteen, her waist so slim, her buttocks so perky.
Such a voluptuous figure didn’t match her age...
Princess Jinyu realized as she searched that she wasn’t finding faults but rather pointing out merits.
She finally understood why Yelu Yan was taken with Li Xianyun.
Who could dislike her gentle, graceful, pure, and harmless appearance?
Furthermore, men always have the desire to protect the weak.
And Yelu Yan was a man among men; even if he was strong, masterful in strategy, and invincible, deep down he was filled with the conviction that a great man should achieve greatness and benefit all living beings. Essentially, he couldn’t escape the fate of a tough man’s tender feelings.
Yelu Yan held Li Xianyun’s small hand in one of his, while gently supporting her arm with the other, carefully helping her out of the carriage.
When he came to the hunting grounds, Yelu Yan had planned to use two carriages.
Yaduo would ride in one, and he would share another with Li Xianyun.
Li Xianyun, in her dazzling red attire, showcased her graceful figure captivatingly, moving elegantly and lithely.
Such a charming lady swaying by his side made Yelu Yan’s heart itch, and he thought of using the time when they shared a carriage to pull off that red dress and intimately warm each other.
Li Xianyun seemed to see something in his eyes and adamantly refused to share a carriage with him, insisting on accompanying Yaduo instead.
Yaduo, unaware of the underlying issue, saw the couple bickering over such a trivial matter and thus laughed, "Ayan, just let Xianxian ride with grandmother. You’ll only be separated from Xianxian for a short while; bear with it."
As the saying goes, the speaker may not have intended much, but the listener may take it to heart.
Upon hearing this, Yelu Yan’s Adam’s apple moved, and he forcefully swallowed what he wanted to say.
Li Xianyun’s fair little face blushed faintly.
Yelu Yan helped Li Xianyun down, embracing her slender waist and looking down at her beautiful little face.
Li Xianyun also looked up at him.
Just looking at each other, they said nothing but conveyed tender affection, filled with indescribable intimacy and fondness.
Seeing this, Princess Jinyu clenched her hand hidden in her sleeve into a tight fist, her freshly trimmed and oiled nails digging into the flesh, causing sharp pain.
Yet the pain in her hand was no match for the ache in her heart.
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