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Married to the Rough Khan, Farming the Steppes

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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037 Who says this consort can't ride a horse? (First update)

Dịch giả: 549690339

Zhuo Ma and Youlan, having changed into men's attire, arrived at the kitchen and saw that Li Xianyun had already packed the food boxes.

Zhuo Ma hurriedly stepped forward to take the food box and said, "Your Highness, let this servant take it."

"Alright," Li Xianyun laughed, "as soon as you leave the palace gates, you'll need to change the way you address me."

Youlan laughed, "Then what should we call you?"

"Call me 'young master'," Li Xianyun laughed.

Being only eighteen years old and youthful, no one would believe if she were called an 'old master'.

Hearing this, Zhuo Ma covered her mouth and laughed.

Smiling, Youlan said, "What if this servant can't bring herself to say it, my lord?"

Li Xianyun laughed, "If you can't say it, that's easy to deal with, just don't expect to eat the ice porridge made by this young master anymore."

"Then I certainly can say it, Young Master," Youlan laughed.

Upon these words, everyone erupted into laughter.