The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 511 - 510 Xianxian, wait for your husband a bit longer (first update)

Chapter 511: 510 Xianxian, wait for your husband a bit longer (first update)

Li Xianyun made predictions about the development of the illness over the coming days and wrote them down, then composed the corresponding prescriptions for each stage of the disease.

With time pressing, she wrote quickly, her handwriting slightly sloppy but still legible.

Tuoba Che hurried over as soon as he received the news.

After she had finished writing the prescriptions, Li Xianyun stood up and walked over to Li Shaojun and Li Xianyi. There were some things that Li Shaojun and Li Xianyi couldn’t know.

Li Xianyi looked at Li Xianyun with concern, "Sister, Sister Youlan won’t be in any danger, will she?"

"She won’t be," Li Xianyun hugged Li Xianyi and patted her, then turned to Li Shaojun and said, "Junjun, it’s getting late; take Nannan back to your room to rest."

Reluctant to leave, Li Shaojun said, "Sister, I have been diligently practicing martial arts recently and have learned quite a few skills. I can go with you to save Sister Youlan."

"Nannan also wants to go with sister to save people."

Li Shaojun said displeased, "At such a young age, why cause trouble? Hurry back to your room and sleep."

"You’re not much older, why criticize me?" Li Xianyi retorted with hands on her hips.

Li Shaojun raised his hand to flick Li Xianyi’s forehead.

"Stop quarreling, both of you," Li Xianyun soothed, "We have General Tuoba here; we don’t need you. Junjun, you’re grown up now. With father and mother ill in bed, and Nannan still young, they rely on you for everything. Think of them, take Nannan to sleep, alright? Be good, hmm?"

Li Shaojun, who always listened to Li Xianyun, could only nod his head, took Li Xianyi by the hand, and walked out.

Watching the backs of her brother and sister, Li Xianyun’s eyes were filled with deep reluctance.

Parting today, who knows when we will meet again, or if we ever can.

In Murong Ce’s hands, she had made preparations to go down together in flames, to perish together.

Given the urgent situation, now was not the time for sentimentality. Li Xianyun gathered her emotions and returned to the desk.

She put the prescriptions she had written to dry and picked up another piece of paper. After a moment of contemplation, she began writing a letter to Yelu Yan.

The letter was not long, but Li Xianyun found it difficult to write, and it took her great effort to finish.

After blowing on the freshly written words, she placed them into an envelope and handed it over to Tuoba Che.

"General Tuoba, this is a letter I’ve written to the Khan. It must be delivered into the Khan’s hands," Li Xianyun said as she handed over the prescriptions as well. "These are the prescriptions for the coming days; I’ve marked the days for taking the medicine, and predictions about the illness are also included. Administer the medication as indicated, and the epidemic can be dispelled."

"Understood," Tuoba Che had already learned the full story from Jinwu, "Your Highness, I’ve brought over two hundred Hidden Guards, and combined with over five hundred of your own, Murong Ce has come from afar and couldn’t have brought many men. If we start from the shadows, we will surely have a chance of victory."

What Tuoba Che was saying, how could Li Xianyun not know? But she couldn’t gamble with Youlan’s life.

She had already lost Huanhuan; she couldn’t bear the loss of someone close to her again.

Moreover, out of the five hundred Hidden Guards, half had already been infected with the plague, and either the city guards were sick or occupied with official duties, leaving very few available people.

Murong Ce had chosen this moment to strike precisely because of this.

"I will take a dozen or so Hidden Guards with me. You stay with the rest at the inn and must protect my family," Li Xianyun said.

"But..."

"My mind is made up; there is no need for further discussion," Li Xianyun softened her tone, "General Tuoba, if my family asks about my whereabouts, tell them the Khan will soon arrive, and I have gone outside the city to welcome the Khan and discuss together how to rescue Youlan."

Tuoba Che knelt on the ground and saluted, "Please reconsider, Your Highness. This journey will surely be fraught with danger. I cannot explain it to the Khan, the Prince, and the Princess."

He was not articulate and truly didn’t know how to persuade Li Xianyun to change her mind.

But how could he let the Princess leave like this, and how would he explain it to the Khan?

Li Xianyun took out the Khan’s Decree from her sleeve and passed it to Tuoba Che.

The fact that Yelu Yan had trusted Tuoba Che to penetrate Houtang for a mission showed he was a man worthy of trust.

"Tell the Khan, in this life, I have failed him. If there is another life, I will not fail him."

Tuoba Che’s nose felt slightly sour, and his hand felt as if it weighed a thousand pounds; he simply couldn’t take the small token, no matter what.

Li Xianyun no longer pressed him, placed the token on the desk, and walked toward the door.

Outside the tall entrance of the post house, there were already more than a dozen Hidden Guards standing, with Jinwu and Bater among them.

The dim, warm light from the lanterns shone on their faces, each one solemn, their gazes burning.

Li Xianyun mounted her horse, turned back, and took one last look at the post house.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Li Xianyun did not go to see Li Rui and Qiu Qianyun.

She leaned over to stroke "Xiaoxue"’s long and smooth mane, clenched her thighs against the horse’s belly, spurred her horse into a gallop, and soon disappeared into the dark night with her entourage.

Meanwhile, on the official road to Shuozhou, another group was also galloping furiously.

The towering man leading them felt as if he perceived something; his heart suddenly tightened, a pain beyond compare.

The foreboding feeling grew stronger.

Yelu Yan clenched his teeth tightly, veins standing out on his forehead, his eyes filled with a cold, chilling killing intent, his entire being radiated an aura of stern slaughter.

"Xianxian, just wait for me, just wait a little longer for your husband," he murmured in his heart.

Yelu Yan let out a "drive" signal and cracked his whip fiercely.

The loud sound of the whip piercing through the night sky carried an indescribable harshness and shock.

The guards behind him looked at their Khan with concern.

Ever since parting with the princess, the Khan had not smiled; not even when he was with the Imperial Noble Consort did a smile appear on his face, and he seldom spoke.

Along the way, the Khan, other than dealing with basic bodily needs, never stopped, riding tirelessly without sleep or rest, insisting on pressing forward.

Man and horse were exhausted to the extreme.

During the journey, a robust Fiery Flame Horse, unable to sustain its strength, was covered in blood and sweat and was panting like an ox; the other horses found it even more difficult to advance.

Yelu Yan had no choice but to change horses twice at the post houses and continue on without daring to delay a moment.

Fortunately, come dawn, they would reach Shuozhou City.

Li Xianyun quickly led her group to the abandoned manor south of the city.

A faint light was visible inside the courtyard.

But no one could be seen guarding outside the courtyard walls.

However, Li Xianyun knew that the courtyard must surely be filled with people.

Many in the world bore enmity towards Murong Ce, which is why wherever he went, he was accompanied by many with formidable martial skills.

Approaching the gate of the manor, Li Xianyun dismounted her horse.

A lurking guard spotted Li Xianyun’s figure from afar and swiftly reported to Murong Ce.

As soon as Li Xianyun stood firm, the courtyard door suddenly swung open.

In the courtyard bathed in moonlight, a strikingly handsome and upright man in fluttering robes stood tall, watching Li Xianyun intently from a distance of thirty to forty meters—the woman he yearned for day and night.

Li Xianyun gazed coldly at Murong Ce, her eyes filled with disgust and hatred, her hand slowly clenching into a fist within her sleeve.

Her whole persona seemed so powerless, if only her gaze could kill.

When Li Xianyun first saw the handwriting of Murong Ce, she could hardly believe that such a life-prizing and calculating man would risk venturing deep into Khitan.

But now, seeing that familiar and loathsome face, there was no doubt.

He actually "valued" her so much, she couldn’t tell if it was a blessing or a curse.