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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

The room was small, and in the enclosed space, there was only a small window at the top of the wall.


The window was high up, and sunlight poured in through it, casting golden shadows on the wall opposite.


Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun into the room and then kicked the door shut with his foot.


Li Xianyun wanted to latch the door, but before she could reach out, Yelu Yan had seated her on a desk to one side, leaned in, encircled her waist, and pulled her towards himself.


Li Xianyun's chest pressed heavily against Yelu Yan's solid torso, her arms limply resting over his shoulders.


The next moment, Yelu Yan bowed his head and captured her tender lips.


All of Li Xianyun's energy was focused on dealing with Yelu Yan; she simply couldn't spare a hand to latch the door.


Outside the small window, white clouds and blue sky were visible, just a wall away was a courtyard for people to walk, and the door wasn't even latched—what if someone came in?


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