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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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078 He is Ben Khan's woman (first update)

Dịch giả: 549690339

Li Xianyun placed her small hands behind her back and adorably stepped backward, saying, "Thank you, Khan, but your concubine has silver."

Indeed, she was not short of money. In fact, she was even a little rich lady. She opened shops and built drying rooms simply hoping to have even more money.

The more wealth one had, the more freedom one possessed.

Yelu Yan looked at her and said, "Be obedient."

Perhaps even he had not realized how soft and bewitching his voice had sounded.

If it had been any other woman, she would have accepted it by now, but Li Xianyun still did not take it. Instead, she said, "Khan, your concubine truly does not lack silver taels. May I come to you when I am in need?"

Her voice was gentle and pleasant, and her words left plenty of room, taking great care of others' feelings.

Yelu Yan did not insist further, lowering the hand holding the silver note. His expression remained composed, yet his heart housed an indescribable sense of desolation.