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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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177 Khan wants to see you, wants to be with you (second update)

Yelu Yan took his seat, and only then did the rest of the women dare to sit down.

He casually draped his arm over the back of Li Xianyun's chair and leaned in close, his breath warm on her face as he whispered, "Are you tired?"

He was so close, with so many people around, yet he didn't seem to care.

Li Xianyun's slender and attractive back stiffened, her ear tips tinged pink, and she bowed her head, whispering softly, "There are people here."

With others present, one must be mindful of propriety.

The corners of Yelu Yan's mouth curved upward as he gazed affectionately at Li Xianyun's lovely profile, sitting up straight. He tapped the back of the chair leisurely with his fingers but did not pull his hand away.

His figure was tall and majestic, with strong, lean arms, and in this posture, it seemed as if he enveloped the delicate and exquisite Li Xianyun in his embrace.