webnovel

The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan

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.

Fruit Jelly · History
Not enough ratings
561 Chs

088 Of course, you should pamper your own woman (first update)

Yelu Yan's solemn voice arose, "Convey this Khan's edict, that anyone who has contributed to the Trebuchet shall be amply rewarded."

"Thank you, Khan!" Zha Xi knelt down, bent his arm, and expressed his gratitude.

Yelu Yan turned his head to look at Li Xianyun, who was staring absentmindedly at a weapon in a soldier's hand.

He lifted his hand slightly, and the accompanying generals hurriedly paid their respects and withdrew.

After everyone had left, Yelu Yan approached Li Xianyun with a smile, shielding her from the dazzling sunlight.

His tall stature perfectly enveloped the delicately graceful Li Xianyun in his own shadow.

Li Xianyun felt the coolness and looked up at him.

Against the backlight, Yelu Yan's tiger-like eyes were deep, his nose bridge prominent, and the angular lines of his slightly dim cheeks made him handsomely surreal.

Yelu Yan, still smiling, asked her, "What reward do you desire?"

Li Xianyun paused for a second, looking at Yelu Yan with confusion.