490 He may be rough, but his woman needs to be pampered (first update)

Li Xianyun was carried sideways in Yelu Yan's arms, her delicate arms naturally draping over his neck as she looked around, sizing up the palace.

The West Mountain Palace was grand and imposing, blending the architectural style of the Khitan, very pleasing to the eyes.

The sun hung over West Mountain, retracting its rays, the sunlight coming through enough to illuminate the palace, but the lamps were already lit.

The room was toasty from the heating stove, starkly different from the icy world outside, as if it were another realm entirely.

When they reached the desk, Yelu Yan set Li Xianyun down on a chair, and maids had already brought over two steaming bowls of ginger soup.

As the couple entered, numerous maids followed, some carrying wooden basins for their masters to wash their hands and faces, some with soft towels at the ready, and others bearing trays with clean socks and velvet boots.