The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 670 - 668 Who is your lady? (Second Update)

Bater looked up at the sky, the sun had already set behind the dark clouds, and the black clouds in the west resembled rolling waves, with the edges tinted gold and a pale blue sky visible in the middle.

It was as beautiful as a painting.

"The Queen should return, or the Khan will grow anxious," a guard, also looking at the sky, said.

These days, the Khan had been keeping a close watch on the Queen, not only dispatching numerous people to follow her but also setting a time for her to return to the Imperial Palace, demanding she be back before nightfall.

Normally, the Queen would vehemently disagree.

But under the special circumstances of Murong Ce’s disappearance, she had agreed.

Bater turned to the guard and said, "I will go in and check."

He said this and turned to enter the room, walking past a screen, only to see Youlan collapsed on the ground.

Bater was shocked and looked around the room, but there was no sign of Li Xianyun.

"Someone come quickly, the Queen is missing!"

Several guards rushed in.

There was no sign of a struggle in the room, nor any indication of an escape through a broken window.

How had the Queen been abducted?

Bater ordered someone to inform his Khan, and then he searched with the guards.

Li Xianyun felt as if she had been in a long, long dream, but it was not a pleasant dream, because in the dream, Li Xianyun continuously followed a light, never reaching its end, growing more and more tired.

After an unknown period, she finally reached the light, where a figure stood against it.

It looked like Yelu Yan.

Li Xianyun, overjoyed, quickened her pace, "My lord."

But as she drew close, seeing the person’s face clearly, Li Xianyun cried out in horror.

Perhaps due to the shock, this cry continued from her dream into reality. freewebnσvel.cøm

Li Xianyun suddenly sat up in bed, gasping for air.

Then she found herself on a simple bed.

Before Li Xianyun could look around at her surroundings, she heard a familiar voice.

"Are you awake?"

Li Xianyun looked up to see Murong Ce sitting in a chair by the wall, watching her.

Murong Ce, still handsome, looked much thinner than before, his eyes deeply sunken.

Li Xianyun instinctively shrank back and surveyed the simple room around her, the window framed by tall Chinese parasol trees blooming with purple flowers, emitting a faint fragrance.

"Where is this?"

Murong Ce said, "Shangri-la."

Li Xianyun didn’t believe his nonsense and got out of bed to put on her shoes.

Murong Ce remained sitting where he was, not attempting to stop her.

Li Xianyun pushed open the door, and standing at the door were two guards and an older, fair-skinned Palace Servant.

Seeing Li Xianyun come out, they did not think to stop her.

It seemed they were certain Li Xianyun could not escape.

It was a simple courtyard, with three or four clay houses, a few trees planted in the yard, and a small path leading to the surrounding homes.

The construction of these homes resembled that of the courtyard where Li Xianyun was.

Clay walls, fences, village roads, fruit trees...

This place must be a village hidden away from the world.

If Li Xianyun was not mistaken, this village would be located on an oasis in the desert, surely isolated in terms of transportation, which was why Murong Ce was not worried about her escaping.

Since they did not stop her, Li Xianyun decided to step outside the courtyard to take a look, but just as she approached the gate, she was stopped by the plainclothes guards there.

"Madam, you should stay inside with the master and not wander around."

"Madam? Who is your madam?"

Footsteps approached from behind.

Li Xianyun turned to see Murong Ce walking closer.

His steps were light, as if a gust of wind could knock him over.

"Xianxian, you don’t have many days left to live, stay with me, I won’t harm you."

By now, he had grown accustomed to the headaches and the daily vomiting of blood.

Although he knew that the Wushi Powder had something to do with Li Xianyun’s effort, he couldn’t bring himself to hate her.

Seeing that Li Xianyun remained silent, Murong Ce said, "You know, ever since that incident, I haven’t done anything to harm you. In a few days, after I die, I’ll have someone return you to Yelu Yan’s side."

His life had been bitter, and now that he was near death, he only wanted a few days of peace, with the woman he loved by his side, even if death was near, it would be worth it.

Li Xianyun knew that if Murong Ce could emerge from the besieged Imperial Palace, the people around him were not to be trifled with.

If she confronted him head-on, it simply wouldn’t be possible.

She could only watch and wait.

Murong Ce looked at Li Xianyun, "Xianxian, you’ve just woken up, you must be starving, have something to eat."

He reached out to pull on Li Xianyun’s clothes but she dodged.

"How many days have I been unconscious?"

Murong Ce replied, "Two days."

Li Xianyun pursed her lips; two days had passed, enough time to cover a great distance.

It seemed Yelu Yan might have difficulties finding her.

"How is Prada doing?" Li Xianyun asked.

Although Prada had drugged her, she was annoyed.

But having spent so many days together, Li Xianyun was aware of Prada’s kind nature.

It must have been Murong Ce threatening Prada, forcing her to resort to such means.

Li Xianyun also recalled that on that day, Prada had sweated profusely, which was very unusual, and she hadn’t noticed at the time.

Murong Ce, with pale lips, said, "Don’t worry, with previous lessons learned, I won’t harm your people."

Li Xianyun sighed with relief.

Murong Ce watched her, "Let’s go inside."

Li Xianyun entered the room first, followed by Murong Ce.

Upon entering, they saw a palace servant arranging the food—simple congee, vegetables, and freshly steamed buns.

The aroma of the steamed buns was enticing, with a hint of sweet and sour.

It was a pleasant smell.

Wen Yao looked at them and said, "Master, the meal is ready. You may eat now."

Murong Ce sat down first, while Li Xianyun sat opposite him, keeping some distance between them.

Murong Ce picked up his bowl and chopsticks, ready to eat, but noticed Li Xianyun sitting opposite him without touching hers.

"Are you afraid that I have poisoned your food?" Murong Ce asked, "You’re a physician. If I truly poisoned you, you’d probably be able to smell it, let alone eat it."

Murong Ce then added, "Go ahead and eat."

Li Xianyun picked up her bowl and chopsticks, drank a mouthful of porridge, and began eating the bun dipped in the vegetables.

Unaware of what kind of drug Murong Ce used on her, or how he had drugged her midway, she had been unconscious for two days.

Having not eaten for two days, she was indeed quite hungry.

Watching Li Xianyun eat, Murong Ce also began to eat.

He had just taken a bite when he felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat, something rushed up into his mouth.

Murong Ce hastily put down his chopsticks and rushed outside; as soon as he was out the door, he leaned against the wall and vomited a mouthful of thick blood.

The blood fell on the pristine wall, leaving a sorrowful red stain.