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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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213 To have someone's heart and never part even till hair turns white (second update)

Yaduo lifted the teacup and took a sip, chuckling lightly, "This mischievous lad has always regarded emotions as dirt, who would have thought he'd see this day."

Yelu Yan rested his arm on the back of Li Xianyun's chair, placing his hand gently on her slender and attractive shoulder.

Li Xianyun turned her head, looking at Yelu Yan with confusion.

Yelu Yan felt disgruntled inside but maintained an unruffled demeanor, "Drink your tea."

"Hmm."

Li Xianyun took a sip from her teacup and continued to watch the horse races.

As a horseback nation, every Khitan man excelled at mounted archery; with numerous participants, the competition was divided into several rounds. Each round would select a winner to compete in the final bout.

The prize was highly enticing, a Western Regions' tribute, a sharp curved saber, keen enough to cut through hair as it fell.

Everyone gave their all, the competition was incredibly fierce.