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 said, lowering his head gently to peck at Li Xianyun's delicate white and blush-pink face.


When he kissed her, he could be rough, or he could be tender. His methods of torment were endless, hardly what one would expect from a man who had maintained his chastity and integrity for thirty years.


Li Xianyun closed her eyes as Yelu Yan bit her earlobe, her breath unsteady, "My Lord, the court officials are still waiting for you."


He always said that, yet it always turned into a prolonged battle, never ending.


Yelu Yan nibbled on her lips, "Focus more, hmm?"


Li Xianyun always had a feeling that one day Yelu Yan would completely devour her.


Yelu Yan lay bare-chested against the head of the bed, his body resting upon a pile of soft pillows that felt comfortable to lean on.


It wasn't until Li Xianyun moved in to live with him that Yelu Yan realized life could be so comfortable.


281 Thanks to the beloved concubine for making it possible (second update)