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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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460 Aren't you going to drink water? (First update)

Li Xianyun leaned against the head of the bed, looking at Yelu Yan timidly, as if she were staring at a ferocious beast in a flood, shaking her head, "No, I don't want to drink anymore."

Yelu Yan sat on the edge of the bed, his deep eyes imbued with a thick sense of amusement. He leaned over, wrapped Li Xianyun in his arms, his large hand gripping the back of her neck, forcing her to tilt her head back to face him, rendering her immobile.

Yelu Yan's lips pressed against hers.

Why would Li Xianyun be willing to open her mouth?

Yelu Yan raised his hand to gently pinch her smooth and soft chin.

With her eyes closed and her eyelashes trembling, Li Xianyun finally opened her mouth, and the water flowed in.

She swallowed with her head tilted back, making faint sounds that seemed deafening in the still of the night.

A mouthful of water went down her throat.

Li Xianyun's one hand still clung to the quilt, while the other wiped the water droplets from the corner of her mouth.