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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 finally understood what it meant to play with fire.


Yelu Yan held Li Xianyun tightly, his rough knuckles sinking into her delicate flesh, his head deeply buried in the curve of her collarbone, dripping with sweat, his skin as hot as boiling water.


Seeing his pitiful state, Li Xianyun said, "Husband, actually I can withstand it, if you want, then…"


She really couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.


Yelu Yan smiled and said, "I can endure, let's talk about it tonight."


Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around his head, her little face burning hot, "But what if I want to as well?"


Being kissed, caressed, and tormented by him, how could she not react?


Yelu Yan lifted his head, his large hand sweeping her sweaty hair from her forehead to the side, and gently tapped her nose with his forefinger, "You, you always sacrifice yourself for others. How can that be good? I can't bear to see you suffer even the slightest."


645 Xianxian, do you despise your husband like this (first update)