Li Xianyun rose to greet him, but before she had taken a few steps, Yelu Yan strode into the eastern chamber.
Aside from a hint of redness around his eyes, there were no other abnormalities.
Youlan bowed to Yelu Yan and quickly left, closing the door behind her from the outside.
Closing the door when the Khan is alone with his consort had become an established custom in the Khan Palace.
Yelu Yan walked over to Li Xianyun's side and naturally enveloped her in his arms, bowing his head to gaze intently at her.
"Are you tired?"
"A little," Li Xianyun placed her jade-like hand on his solid chest, snuggling into his broad embrace, and looked up at the tall man before her, "My lord, have the two of you talked everything through?"
Yelu Yan encircled her with one arm, while with the other hand, he lovingly caressed her soft, white cheek.
When Li Xianyun grew tired, her cheeks would bloom with a tender flush, delicate like a young child's skin.