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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 finished speaking and looked towards Bater, who was the calmest at the moment.


Understanding, Bater said through the pain, "Back to the city!"


Murong Ce, grasping Li Xianyun's arm, walked into the house, where two old women dressed in men's clothing were waiting.


"I leave her in your care, do not harm her."


Murong Ce looked at Li Xianyun and said, "Xianxian, you must be obedient. If you are not, I wouldn't mind changing your clothes personally."


Although Li Xianyun loathed Murong Ce, she also knew that provoking him would be unwise.


Murong Ce was a madman capable of anything.


As long as he didn't cross the line, she would not defy him.


Seeing that she did not respond, Murong Ce bent down to meet her gaze at eye level.


He was tall and imposing, towering over Li Xianyun by more than half a head.


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