Li Xianyun saw the dangerous messages in the slightly darkened eyes of Yelu Yan, so she hugged him, her little face almost pressed against the cloth of his chest, before she looked up at him.
"Husband, will we still hold the wedding?"
The wedding had originally been planned for ten days later, but time had passed and there had been changes.
"Of course, I have already ordered the Department Ceremonial Affairs to choose the closest auspicious day."
He was eager to hold the wedding, eager to bestow upon his woman the highest honor, eager for the whole world to know that Li Xianyun was his woman.
Li Xianyun nodded slightly, "Husband, according to Han customs, the bride and groom cannot see each other for three days before the wedding."
She was indirectly telling him that she couldn't spend the night with him, and she did so with complete confidence.
This woman truly is...
"Do you not miss your husband?"