The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 650 - 648 Living for Oneself (Second Update)

After discussing the movements within the court, Wen Yao suddenly remembered something.

"Your Majesty, what should be done with Miss Bai?"

Murong Ce looked up at him. "Didn’t I tell her to leave?"

Wen Yao showed a troubled expression. "I did tell her to leave, but she refused, saying she wanted to wait for you to awaken and attend to you. From my perspective, she truly did not intend to assassinate you."

Murong Ce’s mouth twisted into a bitter smile.

He had killed a minor palace maid close to Li Xianyun, and Li Xianyun had come to hate him to the bone.

Yet, after he had killed Bai Mengling’s entire family, she said she wanted to stay by his side.

Indeed, people are different.

Murong Ce still maintained his indifferent demeanor, showing neither joy nor anger. "Let her be."

The eyes, so much like Li Xianyun’s. If she truly left, he would probably have some regrets.

Wen Yao had initially felt guilty and blamed himself for taking the initiative to have Bai Mengling attend to him.

Now, it seemed their Emperor truly felt differently towards Bai Mengling.

This was good; if the Emperor could shift his affections, he might live a bit more peacefully.

"Miss Bai is currently detained in Qionglu Palace. Should she be released?"

"Keep everything as usual."

Murong Ce took the rice porridge that Wen Yao handed him and slowly sipped it, spoon by spoon.

Qionglu Palace.

Bai Mengling sat hesitantly in the vast bedchamber.

Though only a few days had passed, she had grown noticeably thinner.

While Murong Ce lay unconscious, Bai Mengling had sat alone in Qionglu Palace, watching the shadows move across the windows and floor, listening to the chirping of birds in spring, but felt utterly spiritless.

Every day at mealtime, someone would bring her food without uttering a word; even when she asked questions, they ignored her.

She had completely lost touch with the outside world.

She did not know whether Murong Ce was alive or dead.

Her mere survival was to await a final outcome.

If Murong Ce had died, there would be no need for her to live either.

If Murong Ce had survived by a fluke, her attempt to kill him could be considered revenge for her family, and her remaining by his side wouldn’t be so unjust to her deceased family members.

A thin voice of a palace servant came from outside.

"Open the door."

With the sound of clashing chains, the door was quickly opened.

Bai Mengling stood up. The room was dim, and she, looking gaunt in a long white dress with disheveled hair, appeared ghost-like.

The palace servant hesitated for a moment upon seeing Bai Mengling but quickly regained his composure.

He was a worldly man.

He had seen all sorts of people in the palace and witnessed the capriciousness of life too often.

"Miss Bai, the Emperor commands that you are no longer imprisoned, everything is to be as before."

"The Emperor commands," Bai Mengling murmured, her eyes suddenly brimming with emotion as if her soul had finally returned. "You mean the Emperor has awakened? The Emperor isn’t dead?"

The palace servant spoke respectfully, "Yes, Miss Bai, the Emperor has awakened. Your attempt did not hit a vital spot."

This Miss Bai had attempted to assassinate the Emperor, and while he lay injured and unconscious, his last wish was to set her free. Now, immediately upon waking, his first thought was to let her resume her former life.

If their Emperor were thought to bear no affection toward this Miss Bai, no one would believe it.

People in the palace were particularly adept at sensing and adapting to the winds of change.

Before they had dared not dismiss Miss Bai, and now they were even more respectful towards her.

Tears welled up in Bai Mengling’s eyes, sparkling even more brilliantly in the golden light of the sunset.

She clasped her small hands together, pacing back and forth in the expansive hall.

"It’s so good, so good, he hasn’t died, he hasn’t died."

Palace Servants spoke flattering words, "His Majesty the Emperor has the blessings of heaven and will surely be well."

Bai Mengling suddenly stopped. "Will His Majesty see me now? I wish to see him."

"This servant dares not decide on his own and must ask Steward Wen," said the Palace Servant, seeing Bai Mengling’s pitiful expression. "Miss Bai, perhaps you should prepare yourself. I will go and ask for Steward Wen’s opinion immediately."

With tearful eyes, Bai Mengling nodded repeatedly, "Alright, I will go and get ready."

She hadn’t washed in several days, and she reeked; how could she meet Murong Ce in this state?

It seemed as if night fell in the blink of an eye.

In the Emperor’s grand bedchamber, the Palace Maids were lighting the candles, and the light danced about.

Inside, it was so quiet that the only sound was the rustling of clothes.

Bai Mengling, wearing a veil and dressed in plain clothes, was led by Wen Yao to approach the Dragon Couch.

Murong Ce was propped up in bed reading a memorial, with two soft pillows stuffed behind him by Wen Yao for comfort.

Bai Mengling, seeing that pale and bloodless handsome face, had tears well up again, and fell to her knees before the bed, and tremblingly called out, "Your Majesty."

Only then did Murong Ce look towards her, noticing that her tears had dampened the veil.

Wen Yao stepped aside, leaving two Palace Servants and two Palace Maids with him in the hall, waiting to be summoned.

"Lift your head," Murong Ce’s voice came.

Bai Mengling did as she was told and raised her head.

Murong Ce looked into those familiar eyes filled with tears, emotionally and sorrowfully, "She never looked at Us with such eyes."

Even once would have been enough.

But once was too much to hope for even for him.

"Rise," he said.

Bai Mengling remained kneeling on the floor, pouring out her heart, "Your Majesty, I will never again do anything to hurt you."

"No more vengeance?"

"That stab was my revenge. From now on, I’m living only for myself."

Murong Ce chuckled wryly, yes, living for oneself, wasn’t he always living for himself?

For survival, to make those who bullied him pay their due, to win the heart of the woman he loved.

Next, he would not fear losing anything, since he was alone in this world, he would spare no expense to gain Li Xianyun.

It is said that the barefoot are not afraid of the shod, Yelu Yan had many concerns, which were his weaknesses.

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After returning to Shangjing, Li Xianyun rested for a day and then visited the workshops and stores, and also went to Xuanyi Pavilion.

The people she selected were all capable and could handle things independently.

During Li Xianyun’s absence, both the workshops and stores had been running smoothly and in order.

The Xuanyi Pavilion was becoming famous far and wide, and many people from other regions would brave mountains and rivers to seek medical consultation there.

Li Xianyun planned that when the time was ripe, just like in Ji Shi Tang, she would acquire spaces in other regions to set up branches of Xuanyi Pavilion, sparing the common people the long journeys to Shangjing.

In the morning, Li Xianyun gave consultations to patients in Xuanyi Pavilion. After having lunch at noon, she began arranging matters for setting up the school in the second courtyard. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Apart from the essential desks, chairs, and benches, some equipment for teaching students had to be prepared.

Once the school was arranged, it was then time to organize the teaching staff. The qualifications required for the students who would be enrolled also needed meticulous consideration, along with the fees they must pay and several other minute details.

These matters, while seemingly minor, were quite cumbersome to manage, covering all aspects and were very exhausting.