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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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267 Xianxian, you are not behaving (second update)

Youlan saw Li Xianyun's pale hands clenched into fists with nervousness, her eyes were ice-cold, her breathing heavy, and her whole body was tense,

Looking at her mistress with concern, she said, "Mistress, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

The person Li Xianyun was waiting for was about to appear. She was very nervous.

Just as the two forces were equally matched, several tall figures appeared at the entrance of the inn.

The man in the lead held a folding fan, dignified and graceful, with extraordinary demeanor. He had a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, with handsome and three-dimensional features, and his fair skin took on a hint of warmth under the warm light.

As soon as he entered, his gaze locked onto the delicate figure on the second floor.

The eyes of the two met—one was tender and teasing, the other was filled with fury and hatred.

Following behind Murong Ce were four peerless experts.