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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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308 Xianxian, will you simply love me for who I am, okay? (First update)

Li Xianyun helplessly clung to Yelu Yan's arm.

Because he was hugging her tightly, his sturdy arms felt like stone.

Yelu Yan had always been domineering and assertive, never hiding his thoughts, yet he took great care of her feelings in the process.

But today, he was so different, kissing her in a way that left no gaps for air.

Li Xianyun's eyelashes trembled, fluttering with his seamless kisses.

After a long kiss filled with the scent of alcohol, Yelu Yan slightly lifted his head, gazing at her tender white face flushed with red, utterly infatuated, "Xianxian, you have no idea how much your husband loves you."

Yelu Yan led his troops to triumph wherever they fought, undefeated in battle; he handled state affairs with decisive and swift strategies.

Yet, when it came to treating his woman, he often seemed clumsy, not knowing how to act around her.

He often said he liked her in her presence, but seldom did he say "love."