Li Xianyun's delicate brows furrowed lightly, "Isn't it a pity that such a handsome man is already spoken for?"
Yelu Yan was amused and laughed, "What would you do if the gentleman before you happens to be your husband?"
"My husband?"
Yelu Yan nodded.
Li Xianyun let out a breath as soft as orchid, "Of course, I would hold him and kiss him thoroughly."
The maids and guards standing behind them were far away, so they didn't hear what the two were saying.
Yelu Yan looked down at Li Xianyun with a burning gaze and raised his voice, "Everyone, retreat."
The crowd dispersed and took different paths back to the Khan Palace.
Yelu Yan held Li Xianyun and went straight to a corridor nearby, where there was a long bench for people to sit idly.
In the corner of the wall, the lilacs exuded a fragrance, blocking the moonlight and casting mottled shadows on the corridor.