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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

Jinwu said excitedly, "Khan, it's one of our own."


The two teams quickly converged at one spot.


Several burning torches illuminated each other's faces.


The faces of Yelu Yan and the guards were all tinged with a bronze hue.


Bater dismounted and knelt on the ground, his face beaming with joy, "Reporting to Khan, I have found the Queen."


In fact, as Bater was speaking, Yelu Yan had already galloped up to the carriage.


The ease with which she had been found made him reluctant to believe it readily.


Upon reaching the carriage, Yelu Yan dismounted and personally opened the carriage door.


Inside the carriage, lanterns were lit, and in the dim light, a delicate woman sat upright in the carriage.


Yelu Yan took one glance at her before drawing his longsword and pointing it at her, demanding angrily, "Who are you?"


Everyone present was stunned—this was clearly the Queen. Why would the Khan point a sword at her, and ask who she was?


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