The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 579 - 577 My lord, how could I possibly be afraid of you? (first update)

Chapter 579: 577 My lord, how could I possibly be afraid of you? (first update)

Scarface’s expression was nearly twisted, his eyes seemingly stained with fierce flames, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

How could his benefactor, who had clearly saved him, become his enemy overnight?

He was unwilling to believe it.

If what Yelu Yan had said was true, what had he done all these years?

He had done so many outrageous and harmful things for Yelu Qi.

If what Yelu Yan had said was true, how could he face his deceased relatives after serving his enemy for so many years?

Yelu Yan spoke in a calm voice, "Believe it or not, it’s up to you, but either way, you are going to die today. I am telling you this now simply because I don’t want you to die a confused ghost."

He looked towards Jinwu and said, "Take him down and kill him, don’t sully the Queen’s eyes."

"Yes!"

Jinwu commanded the guards to drag the man away.

The study returned to its serene state.

Yelu Yan turned his head to look at Li Xianyun, gently stroking the hair by her temples, and looked into her eyes, "Were you frightened?"

"Not really."

She was a physician, accustomed to the sight of blood and death; she wasn’t as delicate as Yelu Yan imagined.

Just now, she had been startled by the sudden turn of events.

Li Xianyun finally understood Yelu Yan’s intention.

This man was decisive and excelled at enduring and scheming.

When he learned of Yelu Qi’s secret collusion with Murong Ce, he did not immediately take action.

At the time, Li Xianyun found this strange.

Now she finally understood.

Yelu Qi had already been confined; if Yelu Yan were to publicize the evidence of his collusion with Houliang,

Many would be convinced, but a small portion would believe Yelu Yan to be cruel and ruthless, fabricating crimes to eradicate others.

As the saying goes, "Those who practice injustice will bring about their own demise," and Yelu Yan precisely seized this point, letting one of Yelu Qi’s own men commit the murder.

In this way, he could eliminate Yelu Qi without leaving any negative repercussions for himself.

The move could be described as killing two birds with one stone.

What shocked Li Xianyun was that a man as capable as Yelu Yan must have known about Scarface’s past long ago, yet he had bided his time for many years until this final moment to make his move.

Yelu Yan was like a fierce beast lurking in the shadows, watching its prey until the perfect moment to strike suddenly.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but feel relieved.

With Yelu Yan being such a master of intrigue and calculation, she was glad she was not his enemy.

When Yelu Yan saw Li Xianyun’s dazed expression, he leaned in to look her in the eye, indulging her with extreme affection, "Xianxian, what are you thinking? Are you starting to fear your husband again?"

Li Xianyun smiled coyly, wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan, and embraced him neck to neck.

"Husband, as an emperor, it is only natural to be in a vortex of deceit and conspiracy. If you don’t calculate against others, they will calculate against you; if you don’t kill others, they will kill you. And since I don’t want anything to happen to you, I hope you are the one who schemes against others, the one who eliminates others, so how could I possibly fear you?"

As a sovereign, cunning and scheming were traits he must possess; how could she not understand him?

Yelu Yan gently wrapped his arms around Li Xianyun, kissing her ear and spoke fervently, "Xianxian, in this life, having you by my side is all I could ever ask for."

Li Xianyun chuckled softly in his arms, "Smooth talker."

"Can’t a man speak the truth now?" Yelu Yan laughed.

Li Xianyun smiled and hummed, "I won’t let you speak."

"Alright, your husband won’t speak, and we’ll just continue our unfinished kiss," Yelu Yan said, as he moved to lift Li Xianyun’s delicate face.

Li Xianyun snuggled into Yelu Yan’s embrace. "Husband, I’m hungry."

Yelu Yan chuckled. "Just one kiss."

As he spoke, he didn’t allow Li Xianyun to refuse and kissed her tender lips.

Li Xianyun had to tilt her head back to welcome his advances, her dark eyelashes trembling lightly with emotion.

Just as their eyes closed, indulging in the kiss, a sudden voice from Jinwu resounded from outside the door.

Li Xianyun, like a startled little animal, quickly lowered her head and buried her face deep in Yelu Yan’s chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his sturdy waist.

Yelu Yan tightened his arms, looking down at Li Xianyun’s shy demeanor, his eyes filled with doting affection.

Jinwu respectfully said at the door, "I must report to Khan, my incompetence has allowed the assassin to escape."

Yelu Yan cleared his throat, concealing his earlier passions, and said calmly, "Understood."

Jinwu bowed and respectfully retreated.

Yelu Yan looked down at Li Xianyun clinging tightly to him, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth, "Xianxian, the man has gone. Shall we continue?"

Li Xianyun hugged him even tighter, speaking in a tender voice, "Husband, I’m hungry."

Yelu Yan whispered in her ear, his breath warm against it, "Then let’s continue after we’ve eaten."

Saying so, he picked up Li Xianyun without further discussion and strode outside.

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Shangjing Biegong.

After having his meal, Yelu Qi sat at the desk reading, but the pages hadn’t turned for a long time.

Other than the loss of his freedom, he was treated with the standards of a prince—fine clothing and abundant provisions. For most people, living such a carefree life would be considered quite fortunate.

However, it’s always easier to go from frugality to extravagance than the reverse.

He was once a revered Ninth Prince, only a step away from the khan’s position, and now he was confined in Biegong—how could he accept this?

As the saying goes, a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

Even though he had fallen from power, his network of relationships still existed.

Utilizing these connections, he kept in close contact with Murong Ce, continuously passing on the secrets of the Khitan to him.

What Yelu Qi had not anticipated was that Murong Ce would risk so much for a woman, venturing deep into Khitan territory and exposing too much.

Many of Yelu Qi’s officials had been revealed due to his actions, and Yelu Yan had cut them down one by one.

With Yelu Yan’s methods, it would only be a matter of time before the investigation led to him.

His identity as a collaborator with external enemies was bound to be exposed.

Yet for so long, Yelu Yan had not taken any action, which was truly baffling.

As he was feeling restless, two muffled groans followed by the sound of heavy bodies falling to the ground came from outside the door.

Then the sound of the door being pushed open followed, and someone entered.

Yelu Qi’s hand rested on the hilt of the sword under the desk, ready to fight at any moment.

Although he had never been on the battlefield because Guli had kept him in Shangjing, the Khitan people valued martial prowess. To please the previous khan, Yelu Qi practiced martial arts diligently and was quite proficient.

The sound of the door closing from the inside was heard, and soon a tall figure entered.

Yelu Qi saw it was Scarface and his anxiety dissipated; his hand withdrew from the sword.

"Did you fail?" Yelu Qi asked, noticing the bloodstains on Scarface.

Yelu Yan was highly skilled in martial arts, and surrounded by capable fighters—not someone who could be easily assassinated.

He had given Scarface the map of the Imperial Palace to send him on this mission, essentially to ensure Scarface’s undying loyalty.

He wanted Scarface to understand that without Yelu Qi, there was no chance for his revenge.

Scarface spoke up, "Prince, I heard there used to be a counselor named Liao in the Prince’s Mansion who earned great merits for you. Why did you let him retire and return to his hometown? If Counselor Liao were here, he could still offer you his strategies and advice."