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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 furrowed his brow upon hearing this, murmured to himself, "Xianxian," and then walked out quickly.


Inside the Hall of Diligent Governance, the ministers glanced at one another, smiles on their faces.


Even the usually stern Xiao Dilu had a smile on his face.


The continuation of the Khitan line was assured, and he no longer needed to worry about it.


Bater, dark and stout though he was, could not keep up with the pace of his Khan.


The Khan returned to the Khan Palace like a gust of wind.


Despite the activity in the main tower, everything was still relatively orderly thanks to Yelu Yan's previous arrangements with the Imperial Physician and the midwife.


Yelu Yan went straight to the inner chamber.


The nanny, in charge of taking care of the child, noticed him and quickly bowed in greeting, "Khan, the birthing room has a heavy smell of blood. You cannot go in."


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