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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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567 Chs

354 She is the Crown Prince's woman (first update)

Just as Li Mu and Consort Rou were about to fall into frenzied madness, the urgent voice of a maid came from outside the inner chamber.

"Your Majesty, the Ninth Princess is threatening to end her own life, please go and take a look, and save the poor princess."

The speaker was Li Yumin's personal maid, Aluo.

Li Mu, preoccupied with his exertions atop Qin Rou, hadn't heard until Aluo raised her voice and repeated herself.

Li Mu suddenly stopped, a drop of hot sweat rolled down from his cheek and fell onto the woman's tender white skin.

"Rou'er, I must go take a look."

The woman beneath him, flushed like water-washed petals, looked at him with tearful eyes and spoke tenderly, "Alright."

As she spoke, she still wrapped her legs around him, clinging to his neck, and thrust forward twice.

Li Mu grunted and inserted his hand into her mouth, his voice hoarse as he said, "You bitch, let's see if I don't kill you."

The two then embraced and entwined their necks together.