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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

Li Xianyun called him a "Dengtuzi," but far from being annoyed, Yelu Yan was actually delighted; it gave him an excuse to indulge in wanton behavior.


Yelu Yan hugged her tightly and bowed his head to peck at her blushing lips several times.


The man had no sense of measure, his embrace was so tight it hurt Li Xianyun, who complained softly, "It hurts."


Yelu Yan smiled apologetically. He hadn't used much strength, but his woman was just too tender, as though one could squeeze water out of her, her skin as white as snow, easily marked at the slightest pressure, irresistibly soft, needing to be handled with the care one would give a porcelain doll.


He loosened his arms a little, yet still gently held her.


Seeing that Yelu Yan still wanted to dally with her, Li Xianyun parted her rosy lips, her breath was fragrant as orchids, and she said playfully, "My lord, we've stayed in the inner chambers for too long, if we don't go out soon, it might raise suspicions."


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