Jinwu spoke, then turned his horse around, putting all his strength into a sudden tug on the reins, and galloped toward the Northern Great Camp, quickly vanishing into the dark night.
Seeing the grave expression on Yelu Yan's face, everyone held their breath, daring not to let out a sound.
Upon returning to the Imperial Palace, Yelu Yan ordered the injured guards to go and receive treatment, while he led a few guards toward the Khan Palace.
After walking a few steps, he stopped, having thought of something.
The guards exchanged puzzled looks, not knowing what had happened.
Yelu Yan looked down at the few splattered droplets of mottled blood on his body, then lifted his arm close to his nose to smell, the strong stench of blood filling his nostrils.
Fearing that he would frighten Li Xianyun, he turned and made for the Hall of Diligent Governance to bathe and change his clothes before returning to the Khan Palace.
