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Married to the Rough Khan, Farming the Steppes

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.

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The village chief's wife said happily, "If you like it, drink a little more."

She was afraid the guests wouldn't be accustomed to the drink, so she had only poured half a cup.

Now that she discovered Li Xianyun enjoyed it, she wanted to pour a full cup.

Yelu Yan wanted to stop her.

Li Xianyun's small hand gently rested on the cuff of his sleeve, preventing him from speaking.

Yelu Yan's hand was under the table where the couple couldn't see.

Li Xianyun said to the village chief's wife, "Thank you."

To reject someone's kindness would be terribly upsetting for them.

Yelu Yan looked at her small hand on his sleeve.

Her hand looked even fairer and more beautiful against his black garments.

Was this woman made of snow?

Hearing her words, the village chief's wife happily filled Li Xianyun's teacup, then sat back down beside her husband.

Li Xianyun lifted her small hand from Yelu Yan's sleeve and, holding the teacup, looked towards Yelu Yan, who was also looking at her.