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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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People consider you as a daughter-in-law, but you consider them as a brother (second update).

Dịch giả: 549690339

The eagle soon flew away, and Li Xianyun's gaze dropped from the sky, landing in a pair of deep, tiger-like eyes.

Yelu Yan turned his head and smiled at her, "Pay more attention when riding. Be careful not to fall."

Jinwu was no longer surprised by Yelu Yan's tenderness.

The guards experiencing this for the first time gaped in astonishment.

They seemed to have discovered some earth-shattering secret.

"Okay," Li Xianyun obediently responded.

After a moment, Li Xianyun suddenly became playful and said to Yelu Yan by her side, "Khan, why don't we have a horse race?"

With no outsiders nearby, not fearing her identity being exposed, Li Xianyun reverted to her usual form of address.

Yelu Yan gave her a glance, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he looked ahead.

It was a look that clearly underestimated someone.

Li Xianyun, observing his sharply contoured and breathtakingly handsome profile, raised her whip and struck the horse's back, dashing forward swiftly.