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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

"What hour is it now, and you still refuse to have a proper meal? Must I really write a letter to the Queen Mother?" Yelu Yan frowned and threatened.


Li Xianyun clutched the fabric at Yelu Yan's waist, nestling in his arms as if boneless, her chin gently resting against his chest, looking up at him with eager, brimming eyes.


This was hardly just looking at him; she was plainly seducing him.


"My husband, you are threatening me again," Li Xianyun said in a coquettish voice.


Li Xianyun had been pampered even before marrying Yelu Yan, and now he had spoiled her even more.


In the presence of the one who doted on her, acting coquettishly had become an unconscious habit.


Li Xianyun was born with enchanting charm, and when she acted coquettishly, it was like silk winding around one's fingers, soft words and tender gestures would turn even the hardest heart into a pool of spring water.


589 What are you daydreaming about? (First update)