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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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083 My lord, what are you doing here? (Second update)

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Once on the street, Li Xianyun looked at Ali and said, "Where do you live? I'll have someone take you home."

Ali replied dispiritedly, "Thank you, young master, my home is very close. I can walk back."

His home was in the East Market, which was far away. He had troubled the young master enough already, how could he impose further?

Of course, Li Xianyun knew he was lying. The West Market was expensive real estate – how could he, penniless and destitute, afford to live there?

"You're in no shape to walk back. If you collapse on the road, that would be a real problem. You must not only think of yourself but also of your family," Li Xianyun said.

Ali had no choice but to admit, "My home is in the East Market, a good distance from here."

Li Xianyun turned to Bater and said, "Bater, rent a carriage."

Ali hurriedly said, "You've already been troubled enough, how could I impose on you any further?"

Li Xianyun replied, "Your health is what's important, don't be polite."