The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 51 - 0 Reporting to the Khan the princess consort has

Chapter 51: 051 Reporting to the Khan, the princess consort has returned to the palace (first watch).

Chapter 51: 051 Reporting to the Khan, the princess consort has returned to the palace (first watch).

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As the sun dipped behind the West Mountain, Yelu Yan was still standing on the training field, drilling the soldiers.

He stood on a platform over two meters high, his handsome and dark complexion tinged with bronze by the setting sun.

With a broad and upright figure, majestic and striking, he commanded awe and truly deserved to be called a born ruler.

Yelu Yan’s expression was stern and his eyes blazed as he surveyed the entire scene, while over a dozen generals stood by his side, respectful and yet anxious.

To facilitate training and command, Yelu Yan had divided the ten thousand soldiers of the Flame Army into several battalions, each managed by a general.

Normally, Yelu Yan summoned these generals for meetings to personally guide them on how to train soldiers and how to inspire morale.

At the beginning and end of each month, there were two grand training sessions for the whole army, where soldiers from all battalions trained together, clearly showing their strengths and weaknesses.

If any battalion encountered issues, Yelu Yan would keep that battalion’s leader and give him direct, face-to-face guidance.

Yelu Yan held immense prestige in Khitan and had a renowned reputation in the military, greatly supported by the people and the soldiers.

The soldiers all wanted to show their valor in front of him, practicing with great enthusiasm.

Yelu Yan knew that theoretical knowledge of warfare was superficial at best; the key was to participate in actual combat to significantly enhance the army’s combat capabilities.

So, every time there was a campaign, he made sure the Flame Army engaged in the battles.

The Flame Army never disappointed him, producing talents one after another, with strict discipline, coordinated and precise actions, ferocious and swift, achieving remarkable feats, and often striking terror into the enemy.

The name of the Flame Army quickly became renowned throughout the land.

Jinwu and the guards stood below the platform, ready to be called upon by Yelu Yan at any moment.

A soldier came straight to Jinwu and whispered in his ear before retreating.

Jinwu hesitated, then ascended the steps onto the platform, to see Yelu Yan in conversation with a general.

He waited behind for a moment, and after Yelu Yan had finished speaking, Jinwu came to his side and whispered, “Khan, the Hidden Guard has just sent word that the princess has returned to the Khan Palace.”

Yelu Yan’s face remained impassive as he simply stated, “I know.”

But it wasn’t long before Yelu Yan ordered the entire army to end the grueling training and hurried to the Imperial Palace with a few guards.

On the way to the Imperial Palace, which was a necessary route to return, Yelu Yan and his men encountered an assassination attempt.

Just as Yelu Yan and his men were about to pass through an alley, he sensed something was amiss, raised a hand to signal a halt, and simultaneously reined in his horse tightly.

The strong steed of the Khan breed snorted, its agile hooves clicking a few times on the spot before coming to a standstill.

The group of tall and sturdy guards also pulled their reins to stop, each drawing their curved swords from their waists, ready for battle.

Under the moonlight, the edges of the blades were chillingly cold and gleaming.

Yelu Yan watched the dark and cold alley with a predator’s keen eyes, as if waiting for prey to reveal itself.

The next moment, dozens of figures in black appeared above the wall, half-revealed, drawing bows and shooting arrows at Yelu Yan and his men.

Jinwu shouted fiercely, “Protect the Khan!”

The guards hurriedly spurred their horses to encircle Yelu Yan while brandishing their sharp scimitars.

In just a few exchanges, the guards had deflected the hidden arrows, the cold and sharp projectiles clattering onto the stone-paved road, producing a terrifying noise.

Those who could stay by Yelu Yan’s side were no ordinary people; each one of them possessed high levels of martial arts skills, being masters among masters.

After the man in black had fired all the arrows from his quiver, astonishingly, not a single person was injured.

They had long heard that Yelu Yan was surrounded by skilled masters, and today they truly understood the extent of it.

The man in black threw down his bow and arrows, drew his sword, and, leaping into the air, slashed his way toward the group.

But no matter how they attacked, not even a single guard was injured, let alone getting close to Yelu Yan.

They were also well-known assassins in the martial world, yet not one of them was a match for Yelu Yan’s personal guard. They were completely overpowered from the start, and many of the men in black were cut down, losing their lives instantly.

As one wave of men in black fell, another surged forward.

The mastermind behind the scenes had given a death order: to assassinate Yelu Yan at all costs.

It’s said that swords are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are hard to guard against. While the fight raged fiercely, suddenly five or six crossbowmen popped up from the top of the wall and shot several hidden arrows at Yelu Yan.

The guards hurried to intercept them, and one was shot in the arm.

Yelu Yan held great love for his troops and, seeing a guard injured, flew into a rage. He stretched out his hand, flinging several hidden weapons. Every shot found its mark; the crossbowmen grunted and fell dead on the spot.

Then, with Yelu Yan stepping onto his steed, he soared into the air, drew his flexible knife, and leapt directly into the midst of the men in black.

The men in black were worried about not being able to get close to Yelu Yan, but they didn’t expect him to walk right into their trap. Before they could rejoice, the next moment, they couldn’t muster a smile anymore.

They hadn’t seen how Yelu Yan used his knife, only a few dazzling flashes of silver, and then the men in black stood frozen in place like statues, their faces locked in expressions of shock and pain.

The surroundings fell eerily quiet, and all that could be heard was the rustling of leaves stirred by the evening breeze.

Then, a shocking scene unfolded before the guards—dozens of men in black suddenly collapsed to the ground.

Each had their throats slit and died instantly, their bodies lying miserably on the ground.

All the guards looked on in awe at their Khan. They rarely saw Yelu Yan take action, but whenever he did, there was no mercy for the enemy, leaving them no chance of survival.

How could they not hold awe in their hearts for Yelu Yan, whose martial arts were so profoundly unfathomable?

In the cold moonlight, Yelu Yan’s handsome face, with its sharp features, was shadowed and unclear. He was tall and broad-shouldered, appearing like a deity descending from the heavens.

A guard took a white handkerchief from his bosom, walked over, and respectfully offered it with both hands to Yelu Yan, saying, “Khan.”

Yelu Yan took it, used the white handkerchief to clean the blood from his knife, tossed the bloodied handkerchief casually onto the corpses, and then slid his flexible knife back into his waistband.

He looked at Jinwu and asked indifferently, “Any news from Yanzhou?”

With utmost respect, Jinwu bowed and replied, “Reporting to the Khan, yesterday Minister Shulu sent word that he has gathered enough evidence and is preparing to return. No further messages have arrived today.”

“It seems there’s been an accident,” Yelu Yan said quietly.

Yelu Yan had sent Shulu Xi to investigate the mine collapse in Yanzhou, and once Shulu Xi had gathered reliable evidence, Yelu Yan faced an assassination attempt.

There was only one possibility; certain people in Yanzhou had become desperate, ready to fight to the bitter end.

Yelu Yan looked at Jinwu and ordered, “Jinwu, go immediately to the Northern Great Camp and muster a thousand men from the Flame Army. Have the Left General lead them personally to Yanzhou to provide support for Shulu Xi. Tell the Left General they are under my direct command and are to heed no other military orders. Should they encounter any resistance, show no mercy, even if it is from the royal family or nobility.”

Jinwu was taken aback by the gravity of the situation, his face solemn and resolute. He bowed deeply and said, “I obey the command!”