The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 515 - 514 Didn’t you say you were feeling unwell? (First update)

Chapter 515: 514 Didn’t you say you were feeling unwell? (First update)

AM-1 PM, the winter sun was warm.

Murong Ce and his party soon arrived at the only inn in the town. Seeing their carriage from afar, the shopkeeper hurriedly gave some instructions to his attendant and scurried out to meet them.

After the carriage came to a stop, guards dressed in plain clothes opened the carriage door and set up the steps.

Murong Ce was the first to step out of the carriage.

Taking a step forward, the shopkeeper approached him and said in a low, extremely respectful voice, "Master, everything has been arranged."

Even though Li Xianyun was unaware of what they were saying, the shopkeeper’s groveling demeanor caused her to frown slightly.

It felt as though Murong Ce’s people were everywhere.

It was utterly terrifying.

How many people had he actually placed in Khitan?

Murong Ce simply "hmmed" noncommittally and turned to Li Xianyun with a gentle voice, "Didn’t you say you were feeling unwell? Come on down."

Li Xianyun rose and stepped down from the carriage.

As she descended the steps, Murong Ce reached out to support her arm as if to assist her, but Li Xianyun subtly avoided his touch.

Those around them were all shocked.

Someone dared to defy Murong Ce—did they no longer wish to live?

The last person who had defied Murong Ce had just been executed alongside his entire family.

Although everyone was shocked, they dared not show it, for fear of losing their heads.

Under the shopkeeper’s guidance, Murong Ce and Li Xianyun directly went to a private room on the second floor, while the others were accommodated in nearby rooms.

Murong Ce had someone bring in a wash basin and ordered two old maids to watch over Li Xianyun, while he himself left to discuss matters with others.

After using the toilet, Li Xianyun wished for someone to bring water so she could wash her hands and face.

But the two old maids would never agree to this; if she were to wash, their efforts spent half a day on her disguise would be wasted.

Li Xianyun, who always preferred to be clean, hadn’t had a proper bath in days and was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

There was a large window beside a rocking chair in the second-floor private room.

Li Xianyun walked to the window, opened it, and sat in the rocking chair, looking through the window at the street market outside and the city tower a mile away.

The street was not crowded and people wore different clothing, some Han, some Khitan.

From a distance, one could see many Khitan soldiers guarding the city gates, scrutinizing every citizen coming in and out.

Li Xianyun’s eyes narrowed slightly in the warm sun, revealing a hint of laziness.

In reality, however, her mind was like a tumultuous sea, far from calm.

Past that city gate, one should enter the territories of Houtang or Houliang.

No matter which country she moved into, once they passed that gate, Murong Ce would take her and disappear into the vast world, making it even harder to find them.

Murong Ce must be not taking her out of the city yet because he was waiting for the changing of the guard at dusk.

The commander in charge then would be one of Murong Ce’s men, who would let them pass through the gates without much scrutiny.

So, if she had not escaped by nightfall, there would no longer be any opportunity.

But escaping now seemed rather difficult.

The two old maids stood closely behind her, keeping a vigilant watch.

They moved quietly and nimbly, obviously martial artists, and their skills must be considerable; otherwise, Murong Ce would not have left her behind with such confidence.

In the room separated by a single wall.

Murong Ce sat upright on the Taishi chair in front of the desk, listening to the reports of his subordinates.

"Your Majesty, after Yelu Yan went to Shuozhou City, he and his men rushed in pursuit of Lady Bai. Upon reaching the border fortress, many women resembling the Empress scattered in different directions with identical carriages. Yelu Yan was held up by them and is unaware of our whereabouts."