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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

Murong Ce furrowed his brows, his head splitting with pain.


He glared at Bai Mengling with unrestrained fury and said harshly, "What right do you have to dare attempt assassinating her?"


Tears slid from the corners of Bai Mengling's eyes, like a murmuring brook.


"I know I'm worthless in your eyes, but I can't bear to see you suffer because of a woman who doesn't love you. Why should she live joyfully and freely while you endure pain every day?"


"That's a matter between her and me, none of your concern. Get out!"


Bai Mengling wanted to persuade him further, but Wen Yao interrupted, "Miss Bai, you should return to the palace."


Wen Yao signaled a Palace Maid with his eyes, and she hastily helped Bai Mengling up from the ground where her freshly vomited blood had left a crimson stain on the icy floor.


Murong Ce did not want to let her off so easily, but his headache was severe, drenching him in cold sweat.


This had become his norm over these days.


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