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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

Yelu Yan had just sat in the carriage when he pulled Li Xianyun into his embrace.


At that moment, as the carriage door was just closing, Youlan, who was closing the door, caught a glimpse of the pair's overlapping silhouettes and couldn't help but blush.


The Khan was tall and mighty, and his master petite and exquisite; they truly were a well-matched pair.


After closing the carriage door, Youlan climbed into the carriage behind.


Jinwu rode up on his horse; he had been watching Youlan from the beginning.


With the Khan and the Queen present, Jinwu dared not approach his beloved wife, but now he finally had the chance to speak with Youlan.


Jinwu got closer and gently tapped on the carriage window.


Youlan opened the window and immediately saw Jinwu riding on a tall horse—her man.


Jinwu smiled and pulled a small packet of pastries from his sleeve, handing it over, "Did you not eat your fill just now? I brought you some snacks from the dining hall."


573 My Lord, are you feeling jealous? (First update)