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

Li Xianyun snuggled in Yelu Yan's embrace, pressing her head against his solid chest. Her delicate hands softly grasped his robe as she listened to his strong heartbeat and called out tenderly, "My husband."


If it were merely a close maid getting married and seeing her again the next day, Li Xianyun wouldn't need to be sad.


But seeing Youlan reminded her of Huanhuan, who had met a tragic death. Although she disguised her feelings well, her spirits failed to lift.


This wasn't really a big deal, yet Yelu Yan had set aside his busy official duties and hurried back, how could she not be moved by this?


Listening to her soft, tender words filled Yelu Yan's heart with compassion.


He lowered his head and gently printed a kiss on Li Xianyun's smooth forehead, then turned to look at her with a pleasing intention and softly said, "How about I take you to the West Market for a walk and some tasty treats?"


564 unexpectedly made Xianxian like it so much (one more update)