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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 taken care of the military camp's matters, mounted his Fiery Flame Horse, and rode rapidly with his guards toward Yanzhou.


Upon arriving at the tailoring workshop, Yelang, having received the news, was already waiting at the entrance with two members of the Hidden Guard.


In the darkness, a man on horseback appeared at the entrance of the tailoring workshop like a gust of wind.


The light fell on Yelu Yan's deeply featured face, the shadows accentuating his striking, handsome features.


But the expression on his face was as dark as ink-stained rain.


Yelu Yan pulled the reins tightly, and the Fiery Flame Horse suddenly came to an abrupt halt, rearing up on its front hooves.


The rider nearly lay across the horse's back but still held the reins with composure.


The Khitan people were wild and unbridled, especially revering the strong.


Those who held power always commanded respect and admiration.


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