The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 548 - 547 If you really feel sorry for your husband (first update)

Chapter 548: 547 If you really feel sorry for your husband (first update)

Bai Mengling nodded, "Your Majesty, if the Empress holds no place in her heart for Your Majesty, why must you insist on pursuing her?"

Murong Ce’s face turned cold as he spoke indifferently, "Who are you to discuss matters between Us and the Empress? Get out!"

Although Bai Mengling was very afraid, she forced herself to remain calm. Only by spending more time with Murong Ce and earning his trust, could she catch him off guard and avenge her family.

That was the realization she came to after being brought to the Khitan.

When Bai Mengling saw the woman whom Murong Ce was infatuated with, she suddenly changed her mind.

Indeed, the woman was truly a beauty, and although it was just a fleeting glimpse from the carriage, it was enough to make a startling impression.

She was indeed a delicate and pretty woman that inspired tenderness and affection.

But there were many beautiful women in the world; what was truly rare was her dignified and unyielding temperament.

Such an extraordinary woman, once fallen in love with, was hard to let go.

In the Khitan, Bai Mengling had a chance to escape.

As bait used to seduce Yelu Yan, she lost her utility once the fish wasn’t caught.

Murong Ce, for reasons unknown, not only didn’t restrict her movements during his time in the frontier, but his guard over her was also surprisingly lax, as if he was giving her an opportunity to escape.

Faced with such a rare opportunity, Bai Mengling packed her valuables, ready to flee.

Yet, when the moment to escape truly arrived, she gave up.

Should she really run like this?

And after escaping, what then?

Live like a wretched ant gasping for breath? Die in some filthy corner unknown and unremembered, living a life haunted by the tragedy of her family’s death?

Her parents and grandparents, as well as her little brother who had just turned five, were all personally killed by Murong Ce.

Her father blinded himself in an attempt to save his family, but lost his life without saving anyone; her five-year-old brother was killed by Murong Ce with a piercing through the throat as he screamed in terror.

As time passed, whenever Bai Mengling closed her eyes, the scenes from the chamber unfolded before her, accompanied by her brother’s screams, her mother’s curses at Murong Ce, and her father’s desperate howls.

Every day she survived was spent longing for revenge, yet she was always timid and lacking in courage.

Now, Bai Mengling finally understood that she could be like the weak woman in the carriage.

Even though Li Xianyun was captured by Murong Ce, there was an indomitable spirit about her.

Sometimes, a person’s epiphany happens in an instant.

She had only met Li Xianyun once, but that single encounter had evoked endless courage within her.

From now on, she would no longer live in constant fear and trepidation, she would live for revenge.

Bai Mengling mustered her courage, looked straight into Murong Ce’s attractive phoenix eyes, and said, "Your Majesty, within the bounds of your dominion, all are subjects to the throne. The entire world is Yours, and should Your Majesty desire any beauty, you could take her into your possession. Why, then, obsess over just one?"

She had always been meek, timid, and hardly dared to breathe in his presence; yet now, she managed to speak her mind in a long stream of words, making Murong Ce look at her with a hint of surprise.

Then he saw those eyes that were so similar to Li Xianyun’s and that same stubbornness and resolve as Li Xianyun.

For a moment, Murong Ce almost felt as if Li Xianyun had returned to his side.

The words of reproach he wanted to utter were stuck in his throat.

However, it didn’t take long for Murong Ce to realize that Bai Mengling was not Li Xianyun, regardless of the resemblance, she was not Li Xianyun.

Murong Ce said indifferently, "You may leave."

His tone no longer carried the sharpness of before.

He knew all too well the agony of pining for Li Xianyun.

He wanted to forget Li Xianyun, or to fall for someone else, but he couldn’t control himself and even remained chaste for her, unwilling to touch any other woman.

Bai Mengling did not move but watched as Murong Ce took a sip of his tea and said, "Your Majesty, the tea has grown cold, let me get you a fresh cup."

She was not Murong Ce’s woman, nor a maid of the court, so ’commoner girl’ was the most suitable term.

Murong Ce set the teacup down on the desk, remaining silent.

Bai Mengling picked up the teacup and retreated.

Though she hated Murong Ce, she did not dare to poison his cup. Firstly, because Murong Ce had many informants; secondly, because he was very astute.

Murong Ce had known all along that Xiang Rong had drugged him but he showed no reaction until he returned from Khitan, and then he killed Xiang Rong.

When Xiang Rong’s body was dragged away, Bai Mengling happened to see it.

Her eyes were wide open, staring, even in death.

Days after Xiang Rong’s death, people finally learned why she died.

Xiang Rong had been with Murong Ce for many years, yet he killed her just like that; what’s to say of others?

This incident made Bai Mengling realize that Murong Ce was ruthless and had killed many people; he had enemies all over the world. If it were so easy to kill him with poison, he would have died many times over by now.

Murong Ce allowing her to brew tea definitely meant he had the confidence that she wouldn’t dare to poison him.

Bai Mengling wouldn’t be so foolish as to act before she had fully understood Murong Ce and gained his trust.

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During the days the Li Family members were in Shangjing, Li Xianyun had been living quite comfortably.

By day, she accompanied her family on outings, and when the weather was poor, they would stay in the palace, gathering together to chat, feeling as though they had returned to the days at Prince Li Rui’s Mansion—a life of close family bonds.

Unlike Li Xianyun’s leisurely life, Yelu Yan was extremely busy.

Before the wedding, there were many arrangements to be made, including leading officials in ceremonies to honor heaven and earth, and choosing certain senior officials to serve as ceremonial envoys at the wedding, playing important roles.

Beyond that, he also had to arrange the betrothal gifts, the ceremony of establishing and welcoming on the wedding day, the imperial audience to confer the edict, and so on.

Though Yelu Yan could entrust the Department Ceremonial Affairs with full responsibility for these matters, he placed too much importance on Li Xianyun and insisted on checking every detail himself, striving for perfection. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

Apart from the wedding preparations, Yelu Yan had to attend to state affairs.

He returned later and later each day, but he never neglected the formalities, treating Li Rui and Qiu Qianyun with great respect.

Seeing him so weary, Li Xianyun wanted to share some of his burdens, but Yelu Yan flatly refused to let her get involved, instead holding her close, whispering in her ear, "Xianxian, if you truly feel for your husband, then let me have you a few more times."

Li Xianyun had always indulged him in that regard, and now, seeing him tired, she let him have his way.

She thought that exhaustion would quiet him down in bed, but instead, his ardor seemed to tear her apart even more fiercely.

He was utterly lecherous in the guise of a gentleman.

Li Xianyun finally realized how much he had been holding back before.

Soon, Li Xianyun could no longer endure it, and the mere sight of the bedpost made her legs weak. She hid in a side palace, unwilling to return, thoroughly unconcerned with the significant looks Yelu Yan was giving her.

By avoiding him, Yelu Yan ended up pinning her to the bed, taking things even further.

Actually, Yelu Yan took great care of Li Xianyun’s feelings.

But she was born so delicate and tender that the slightest touch made her lose control.

Such seductive charm constantly teased Yelu Yan, making him itch with desire, often leading him to lose restraint, hence the waves of passion never ceased.