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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.

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138 What's Mine is Yours (first update)

All the maids in the room knelt down and crooked their arms in salute as Yelu Yan approached, saying, "Greetings, Khan."

Li Xianyun stood up, hesitating between saluting or not.

Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun's adorably conflicted expression, his lips curving upwards involuntarily, "Didn't I tell you to rest? Why are you working again?"

Li Xianyun looked at him and said, "I was idle anyway, so I thought I might as well do something."

Youlan signalled to the maids inside the room with her eyes, and they prepared to quietly leave.

Seeing this, Li Xianyun's red lips parted lightly, "Don't go, my ladies. I still have to tell you how to leave margins on the embroidery hoops."

A truly exquisite embroidered piece doesn't need too many stitches; with just a few threading lines, a beautiful artistic conception can be created.

And this beauty of artistic conception was precisely what the embroideresses were diligently seeking.