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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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Li Xianyun's cheeks were reddened from the cold, her long eyelashes fluttering, breathing out warm air as her pleasant voice came through now and then.

"Husband, look, does this little rabbit I stepped on look like one?"

"Like."

He added, "Very much so."

Yelu Yan never skimped on praises for his own woman.

He didn't say these words just to please Li Xianyun; the paintings she created with her steps really resembled their subjects, with just a few strokes capturing the animals' likenesses and spirits incredibly vividly.

"Then I'll step on a little cat now."

To avoid ruining the integrity of the painting, Li Xianyun needed to jump to the position of the eyes after stepping out the outline and then, after finishing, jump to the position of the mouth.

Her tiny, delicate steps were unbearably cute.

Because stepping on another small animal required a gap in between, Li Xianyun squatted and hopped towards a spot not far off, but her feet started to slide.