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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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Yelu Yan was entranced, when suddenly the carriage wheel rolled over a stone and jostled sharply.

Li Xianyun's head knocked against the carriage wall, causing her great pain.

She couldn't help but slightly furrow her delicate brows, her lashes fluttering like brushes.

Seeing this, Yelu Yan rose and sat beside her.

Their garments brushed against each other.

Yelu Yan lifted his rough hand and gently turned her head to rest on his broad, sturdy shoulder.

He leaned his body close to Li Xianyun's side, tilting, to make her rest more comfortably.

Finally, it was no longer so uncomfortable, and Li Xianyun relaxed her brows.

But resting like this was ultimately unstable. The carriage shook again, and Li Xianyun's head was about to topple forward.

Yelu Yan, seeing this, quickly supported her head and wrapped his other arm around her slender, nice-looking shoulders.