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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 arrived at the cleansing room, and just as she was about to close the door, Yelu Yan's large hand propped it open.


Li Xianyun knew that she was thinly dressed, visibly so, thus she moved quickly, but she did not expect Yelu Yan to still catch up with her.


She pushed against the wooden door from the inside with both her small hands, her voice laughing with feigned complaint, "Oh, my husband, I'm tired. Please, let me rest."


"Be good, it'll be quick," Yelu Yan reminded, "Be careful not to pinch your fingers."


As Yelu Yan spoke, he exerted a little more strength in his hand.


The difference in strength between men and women was indeed vast, especially when facing someone as robust and strong as Yelu Yan.


Instantly, Yelu Yan pushed the door open.


Li Xianyun's clothes fluttered as she turned to leave, but Yelu Yan wrapped his arms around her from behind, sweeping his hand over her small face and urgently pressing his mouth against her red, tender lips in a fervent kiss.


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