The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 675 - 673 Are you not rolling yet? Are you waiting to die? (One more update)

Chapter 675: 673 Are you not rolling yet? Are you waiting to die? (One more update)

Yelu Yan gathered five thousand troops, took enough dry food and water, and mounted his horse.

Yaduo lifted her head to look at Yelu Yan on his tall, mighty horse and said, "Ayan, you must bring Xianxian back."

"Okay!"

Yelu Yan glanced at Yaduo, cracked his whip, and rode off. Because the horse moved so fast, sparks flew from the horseshoes on the official road.

The remaining Iron Cavalry sped off like arrows.

Shulu Xi led the massive army closely behind, planning to meet Yelu Yan at the edge of the desert.

In case Yelu Yan encountered danger, he was ready to lead the troops to rescue him.

...

Li Xianyun was sleeping in a daze when she heard a faint noise.

She abruptly opened her eyes and saw two dark heads at the window lattice. Judging by the shadows on the lattice, both were masked.

They were clearly up to no good.

In the past several days, Murong Ce had not restricted Li Xianyun’s freedom.

With Murong Ce’s company, she had toured the Oasis and then was disappointed to find that this place was indeed isolated from the world and self-sufficient, with its inhabitants rarely leaving.

On the way, Li Xianyun had noticed several pairs of malicious eyes.

She had not expected them to be so bold.

Li Xianyun hurried to open the door.

At the same time, the two villains had already pried open the window and climbed in.

Though Murong Ce’s health was deteriorating day by day, his martial arts were still intact, and his hearing was exceptional.

When Li Xianyun became aware of the danger, so did Murong Ce.

Li Xianyun opened the door and caught sight of herself.

Just like the last time she encountered Scarface at the inn, Murong Ce appeared in front of her right away.

Murong Ce walked in front of Li Xianyun, shielding her behind him.

Wen Yao, who had served dignitaries for years and was a light sleeper, quickly came over upon detecting the commotion.

Li Xianyun looked around.

Murong Ce looked at the two villains in front of him, "No need to look anymore; the guards are gone."

After Murong Ce fell from power, they harbored other intentions and had long wanted to leave.

Murong Ce did not stop them, as everyone had their own aspirations.

The guards did not seize Murong Ce to claim credit because they still feared him somewhat.

Murong Ce was highly skilled in martial arts, not something they could compare to.

Li Xianyun looked past Murong Ce at the two villains. It seemed these people had made their move after seeing that the guards around Murong Ce had left.

A woman, plus a palace servant without martial arts, and an ill man indeed made for an opportune moment for them to strike.

The two villains pulled out daggers, aiming to kill Murong Ce.

Murong Ce drew an Iron Fan and knocked the daggers from their hands, then slashed at their necks.

The edge of the fan had a sharp blade, and the two men instantly fell to the ground.

Although killing these two was effortless, Murong Ce still vomited a mouthful of thick blood due to the exertion.

Wen Yao quickly supported Murong Ce, "Master."

He looked at Li Xianyun and said, "Madam, could you please show mercy and save the master?"

Li Xianyun no longer dwelled on his address for her and said, "He is gravely ill, beyond the help of even Hua Tuo if he were alive."

Wen Yao’s face was filled with sorrow.

After Murong Ce had somewhat recovered, he said, "These two were just scouting. Others will come soon; it’s not safe to stay here, we must prepare quickly."

If it were during his healthy days, these dozen households would be nothing to him,

But now, he had to be weary and prepared.

Soon someone knocked on the door, calling for people.

More people heard the commotion and surrounded them.

These convicts were no strangers to heavy sentences, many of them notorious villains brimming with malice.

And united by a common cause.

Ever since Murong Ce had moved here, he had attracted the attention of these men.

Murong Ce had a beauty by his side, and judging by the group’s clothing, one could tell they were people of status with likely no shortage of wealth.

Thus, they had long been seeking an opportunity to rob them.

But previously, Murong Ce was accompanied by several accomplished fighters, preventing them from making a move.

Now, however, times had changed.

Soon, many men wielding torches appeared in the courtyard where Murong Ce and his companions were staying, clamoring for them to come out.

Seeing no response from inside the house, someone kicked at the door.

Sleeve Arrows shot out from the latticed windows, and several men at the door fell to the ground.

The others, intimidated, dared not approach any closer. Some suggested setting the building on fire, and a few torches were thrown onto the roof.

The fierce flames quickly began to rise.

Li Xianyun, Murong Ce, and Wen Yao emerged from the house, each carrying a bundle on their back.

The three were ready to leave but were now trapped at the doorway.

Upon seeing the three come out, the men moved forward to capture them.

Murong Ce threw out his fan; it circled in the air before returning to his hand.

Men fell to the ground at the sound.

Their throats had been cut.

Seeing that Murong Ce, sick as he was, displayed such fearsome skill, the other men dared not confront him.

Murong Ce looked coldly at them, "Scram! Or are you waiting to die?"

At his words, the men scattered in panic.

As they retreated from the courtyard, Murong Ce spat out another mouthful of thick blood.

He wiped his mouth and said to Li Xianyun, "We mustn’t delay, get on the camel."

Li Xianyun nodded, and with Murong Ce’s assistance, she climbed onto a camel, sitting between the two mountainous humps.

Murong Ce and Wen Yao each mounted their own camels.

The three rode in the direction of Venus.

The men from the oasis, frightened out of their wits, dared not pursue any further.

After traveling a considerable distance, the sun rose from the horizon.

Dawn had arrived.

The sun’s brilliant rays painted the desert in golden hues, the people and the camels alike.

Everything was immersed in gold.

Wen Yao, observing Murong Ce’s pallor, noted that he had vomited several times along the way.

Finally, Li Xianyun took Murong Ce’s pulse and administered some medicine, but it only alleviated his pain.

Wen Yao could clearly see Murong Ce’s life quietly ebbing away.

If not for the realization that his end was near, he wouldn’t have insisted on leaving the oasis with Li Xianyun.

The men of the oasis were like wolves and tigers; Murong Ce feared that once he was gone, Li Xianyun, unprotected, would be harmed, which is why he took her away.

The three carried enough provisions, and most importantly, water.

Moreover, known as the "Ship of the Desert," the camel could find water sources.

Despite the searing desert heat, at least their journey was safe.

After a day’s travel, they stopped at dusk.

Wen Yao and Li Xianyun together set up the tent.

Murong Ce, hand on chest, watched Li Xianyun, uncertain whether he could live long enough to lead her out of the desert.

If he were to die, could Wen Yao, with no martial arts ability, protect Li Xianyun?

Just her presence in a crowd was enough to incite nefarious thoughts in many a man.