Fruit Jelly

Petite Princess VS Rough Khan
On their wedding day, Yelu Yan told Li Xianyun that apart from affection, he could provide her with endless wealth and honor.
After the marriage, he indeed kept his promise, cherishing her in the palm of his hand.
Little did he know, the more he cherished her, the deeper she burrowed into his heart, right to the very top.
Not long after the political marriage with the Khitans, Li Xianyun gradually noticed earth-shattering changes around her:
Initially, the commoners who disliked her began to worship her as a deity...
The court officials accusing her of bewitching their lord were now pleading with her to consummate the marriage with the Khan...
The most perplexing of all was her husband in name; wasn’t he the one who said he wouldn't give her emotional affection? Why was he always following her around?
Little theater scene 1:
One day, Yelu Yan cornered Li Xianyun against the wall.
“Why are you avoiding this Khan?”
“They say you might have taken a liking to your servant.”
“Remove ‘might’, isn’t it obvious enough from how this Khan acts?”
“But you said you wouldn’t give your servant emotional affection.”
Yelu Yan held his forehead; he had indeed said too many foolish things.
“The Han people always say that one should start a family and then establish a career; clearly, the two are not in conflict.”
Little theater scene 2:
The sun had risen high, yet Yelu Yan was still clinging to Li Xianyun.
“Get up quickly, I have to leave. There are patients on the street waiting for my consultation, the good fields to the west need irrigation, the homestead plots in the east need measuring, and I have to oversee the silk reeling and dyeing... Uh...”
“Your husband is a patient, don’t you care for him?”
Li Xianyun looked at the man tough enough to rival ten bulls and was utterly speechless.

The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun sideways to the bed, seated her on it, and then bent down to remove her shoes.


Li Xianyun looked at him and laughed, "Husband, you treat me so well, are you raising me like your daughter?"


Yelu Yan glanced at her, a flicker in his tiger-like eyes, "Are you implying that your husband is old?"


He was indeed twelve years her senior and felt somewhat older, which was something he was most sensitive about.


"Not at all," Li Xianyun said with a light laugh.


Yelu Yan removed her shoes and placed them neatly to the side.


Li Xianyun turned over and started to crawl into the bed, but before she could get far, a strong man from behind embraced her and flipped her over.


As Li Xianyun lay down, Yelu Yan moved on top of her, wrapping her beneath him.


He laid half his body lightly upon her, with most of his weight resting on the elbow of his supporting arm, so as not to crush her.


183 Husband, are you raising me like a daughter? (second update)