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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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275 Got bolder, haven't you? (Second update)

Yaduo couldn't fail to discern the deeper meaning in Yelu Yan's words, could she?

Ever since moments ago, Yelu Yan had been restless as if there were nails on his chair, his anxious demeanor lively and vivid.

He had always seemed mature and composed beyond his years since he was young, not at all like a child should, making Yaduo feel both heartache and worry for him, but now, at last, he was showing some liveliness.

Yaduo was just a mischievous old child at heart, and seeing her grandson's anxious behavior, she couldn't resist the urge to tease him a bit.

"Grandmother is not tired, Ayan, and you're burdened with busy official duties, it's very exhausting. You better rest early. Xianxian and I have a lot to talk about. She has to take my pulse and do acupuncture for me, and I haven't even looked at the gifts she brought. There are still so many things to do, we won't finish anytime soon. You go and rest first. Xianxian will stay with me tonight," Yaduo suggested cheerily.