The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 101 You must take responsibility for this Khan (second update)

Chapter 101: 101 You must take responsibility for this Khan (second update)

"You..."

Yelu Yan said vaguely.

Li Xianyun’s small hand still covered his lips.

Yelu Yan gazed deeply into Li Xianyun.

She had deliberately provoked him, and now she quit halfway through.

This woman really was...

One day he would make Li Xianyun pay back a thousandfold, he wanted to see her with tears in her eyes begging for his mercy...

Li Xianyun let go of her hand, raised her fair little hands, and gently rubbed Yelu Yan’s handsome cheeks, saying in a sweet voice:

"Xiaobai, when did you grow up to look like a man, and become so handsome? But, you’ve gotten so tanned. From now on, I’ll call you Xiaohei, not Xiaobai. Xiaohei..."

She started laughing to herself, her bright eyes and white teeth, her dimples like blossoms, striking hard on someone’s heart.

Li Xianyun was his destined little demon, enticing and making him fall for her, enchanting him to the point of no return.

The drunken Li Xianyun couldn’t see how burning hot Yelu Yan’s eyes were.

If she hadn’t been so drunk as to lose consciousness, if she hadn’t yet come to like and accept him, Yelu Yan would have almost taken matters into his own hands then and there.

Li Xianyun’s drowsiness returned, wrapping her arms around Yelu Yan’s neck, her face nuzzling comfortably against the hollow of his neck.

His neck was warm and cozy, very comfortable.

Li Xianyun’s small face involuntarily rubbed gently against his neck.

Yelu Yan sharply inhaled, his back tensing up, his blood rushing to his head.

This woman...

Was she unaware that her teasing could be deadly, freely frolicking in his embrace?

He was no Liu Xiahui.

Li Xianyun exhaled on his neck like an orchid breeze, "Xiaohei, sister is sleepy, let me have a hug."

Her warm breath scorched him, her moist lips pressed against him, and Yelu Yan’s entire body tingled, involuntarily letting out a soft sigh.

"Xiaohei, this is so comfortable, sister likes it so much," Li Xianyun said sweetly.

"..."

Yelu Yan’s entire face turned red.

This woman...

"Hug," Li Xianyun said sweetly.

Yelu Yan gently embraced her, their necks mingling in a hug, feeling her tenderness, inhaling her fragrance, and slowly closed his eyes.

He, who had lived a life of military campaigns, had never felt as peaceful as he did today.

"Since you have provoked me, you must take responsibility for me, and cannot abandon me, understand?" Yelu Yan murmured.

"Mm... it hurts..." Li Xianyun said sweetly.

Yelu Yan embraced her so tightly, his strong arms squeezing her painfully, making the intoxicated Li Xianyun protest.

Yelu Yan loosened his arms slightly, feeling apologetic.

She was like a delicate porcelain doll, to be handled with care, not to be bumped or knocked.

Li Xianyun slept soundly, utterly oblivious that she had attracted someone she should not have, and never intended to.

She was going to be stuck to him for life.

About an hour later, the carriage finally returned to Khan Palace.

Rong Ge from the Empress Dowager’s Palace, along with two maids, had already been waiting there for a long time.

The night had deepened, and the evening wind swept through, carrying the fragrance of flowers and grasses.

Jinwu glanced faintly at Rong Ge, as if he hadn’t seen her at all.

The masters might not know what Rong Ge was, but how could their guards and servants not know?

So when they heard that Rong Ge had been tripped up by Li Xianyun, receiving more than a dozen slaps, they were delighted.

Everyone in the Imperial Palace almost wished they could applaud and cheer.

This annoying woman in the middle of the night, I wonder what mischief the Grand Imperial Consort is up to now.

The guard took down the carriage stool from behind the carriage and placed it at the door.

Jinwu hesitated for a moment, then respectfully said from outside the carriage, "Reporting to Khan, reporting to the Princess Consort, we have arrived at the Khan Palace."

Yelu Yan looked down at the little girl in his arms and said softly, "Xian... Xianxian, we’re here."

It was the first time he had called her by her nickname, and he wasn’t quite used to it; he couldn’t help but smile after saying it.

Her name was just like her, something he found delightful.

Yelu Yan looked down at Li Xianyun’s small face and thought to himself, Oh Yelu Yan, Yelu Yan, I never expected you’d become one of those lovesick fools one day.

He had become exactly the sort of person he used to not understand, yet he relished it.

Yelu Yan waited for a moment, but when she didn’t respond, he turned his head to look.

However, Li Xianyun’s entire small face was buried in his neck, and Yelu Yan couldn’t see it.

He couldn’t help but chuckle softly, lifting Li Xianyun entirely from the chair onto his lap and embracing her.

Her small face remained buried in his neck, her little face hot and flushed with fine beads of sweat on her forehead, sleeping so sweetly.

Yelu Yan gazed at her endearingly innocent sleeping face and couldn’t help but laugh softly. He gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead and carefully tucked her slightly damp hair behind her tender ears.

Somehow, his gaze fell upon her soft, slightly parted, rosy lips.

Should he...?

In the end, Yelu Yan didn’t lean down to kiss her; he could wait.

Wait for her to fall in love with him.

Yelu Yan swallowed, reigned in the tenderness in his face and said in a flat tone to the outside, "Open the door."

No sooner had he spoken than a guard respectfully opened the carriage door from the outside.

Yelu Yan glanced at Li Xianyun, then carried her out of the carriage, stepping down with her in his arms.

The moment he emerged from the carriage, Rong Ge and her companions knelt to the ground and said, "Reporting..."

Yelu Yan cut in with a flat tone, "Do not disturb the Princess Consort."

Rong Ge hastily halted her words.

Provoking the Khan’s anger could mean losing one’s head.

Yelu Yan looked at her with disdain and walked down from the carriage, heading straight towards the main building.

Zhuo Ma and Youlan exchanged a look, walking past Rong Ge with joy in their hearts, feeling utterly triumphant.

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun to a side hall, laid the little thing from his arms gently onto the bed, and while gazing at her small face, he told Zhuo Ma and Youlan, "Have the kitchen prepare some hangover soup, and bring some water in."

Youlan and Zhuo Ma replied in unison, "Understood!" followed by a curtsey.

Yelu Yan got up, took off Li Xianyun’s shoes, and placed them neatly aside.

He spread out the thin blanket and gently covered her belly with the corner of it.

Having done all this, Zhuo Ma entered with a wooden basin.

Yelu Yan washed his hands, then took a towel to gently wipe Li Xianyun’s face and hands before standing up and telling Zhuo Ma, "The Princess Consort has had a lot to drink, let me know if she feels uncomfortable."

"Understood," Zhuo Ma responded with an arm fold followed by a curtsey.

Yelu Yan gave Li Xianyun’s sleeping face one last glance before leaving the inner chamber.

Li Xianyun slept fairly soundly that night, not waking until the sun was high in the sky.

Her head felt a bit groggy, so she pressed her hands against the Baihui Acupoint on her head and the Fengchi Acupoint for a while, which made her feel much better.

As a physician, she knew how to make herself more comfortable.

Li Xianyun called out, "Youlan, Zhuo Ma."

Upon hearing her, they came in.

Zhuo Ma said, "My lady, would you like some hangover soup? You were drunk on fruit wine yesterday."

Li Xianyun said, "I didn’t do anything inappropriate to Khan yesterday, did I?"

Last time she had slept, she had wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan’s neck, not letting him go. She hoped she hadn’t done anything untoward this time.