The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 150 Li Xianyun, You’ve Made It (First Update)

Chapter 150: 150 Li Xianyun, You’ve Made It (First Update)

Li Xianyun sat in front of the dressing table and spoke to the outside, "Youlan, Zhuo Ma."

On hearing this, the two of them, holding items for washing up, pushed the door and entered.

As soon as they entered, Li Xianyun turned around to look at them, pouting, and said, "Do you think my lips are swollen?"

Zhuo Ma and Youlan’s faces turned red upon hearing this.

Especially Youlan, even her neck was flushed.

Seeing this, Li Xianyun was stunned, with a bad premonition in her heart.

Could it be that she had taken advantage of Yelu Yan in her daze again?

Li Xianyun nervously swallowed, and tentatively asked, "Did I do something... not so good to the Khan last night?"

Judging from the shy expressions of the two, it was probably true.

But she wanted to confirm it once more.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but feel annoyed internally:

She should never have slept in front of Yelu Yan; every time she fell asleep, her flirtatious nature would reveal itself.

Before she knew Yelu Yan, Li Xianyun had never realized she had such potential, and she even felt like she didn’t recognize herself anymore.

Li Xianyun stopped looking at the hesitating pair and instead lowered her eyelids to look at the wooden comb on the table, asking softly, "Hurry up and tell me, what exactly did I do to the Khan last night?"

Zhuo Ma and Youlan looked at each other, both unwilling to speak.

Youlan tugged at Zhuo Ma’s sleeve, so Zhuo Ma had no choice but to say, "Answering my lady, last night the Khan carried you down from the carriage all the way to the inner chamber. Right after he laid you down on the bed, then we saw..."

"Saw what?"

Li Xianyun’s delicate ears had visibly turned red.

She watched Zhuo Ma through the bronze mirror, waiting for her answer.

Zhuo Ma had no choice but to continue, "Then we saw you... you clinging onto the Khan’s neck, refusing to let go, fussing and insisting on a kiss."

Li Xianyun bit her lip gently, somewhat in disbelief, "Are you talking about me?"

Youlan nodded her head heavily with her face still red.

Li Xianyun closed her eyes with a pang of heartache; how could she have been so presumptuous with Yelu Yan again.

How could she change her flirtatious nature?

What happened next didn’t need any imagining.

Zhuo Ma said, "My lady, it’s clear to anyone with eyes that the Khan is very fond of you, why don’t you two just..."

Let loved ones finally become a couple, right?

Li Xianyun turned to look at herself in the bronze mirror and interrupted, "You two leave, I need some quiet."

Hearing this, the two of them silently retreated from the room.

As soon as the door closed, Li Xianyun raised her pale hand to cover her face, leaning backward.

She was filled with regret.

After a while, Li Xianyun slightly parted her hands to reveal a small gap.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she murmured, "Oh, Li Xianyun, you might as well find a hole to crawl into now, how will you face anyone after this? Couldn’t you have restrained yourself? To take advantage of just anyone, you’ve really outdone yourself."

Having said that, she laid on the dressing table, shy and uncomfortable, and her little feet quickly and lightly tapped a few times.

Suddenly, she sat up sharply, looked at herself in the mirror, and said, "I’m going to be the death of you."

A thought propelled her to get up and quickly move to the basin to wash up.

Li Xianyun glanced outside; the sun was already high in the sky, and in a little while, Yelu Yan would return to the palace from court for lunch, and she would have to see him.

How should she face him under these circumstances?

So she decided to quickly leave the palace to attend to the matter of buying grapes, and also to inquire whether Ali had set up a time with the landlord of the shop.

She wanted to keep herself busy so that these annoying matters would no longer bother her.

That was what Li Xianyun was thinking as she finished washing up, combed her hair, dressed in men’s clothing, and then opened the door of the inner chamber to walk out.

Youlan and Zhuo Ma looked at her attire, their eyes betraying a flash of surprise.

Youlan asked, "Master, are you going out of the palace?"

"Yes," Li Xianyun replied, "You two hurry up and change clothes; I’ve asked Bater to prepare the carriage."

"But..."

Youlan was about to protest, but Zhuo Ma grabbed her little hand, her face wearing a grin that was up to no good.

Youlan instantly understood and hurriedly pressed her lips together, remaining silent.

Li Xianyun stepped out of the main building and was about to call Bater when her gaze fell upon Yelu Yan practicing with his sword in the open space in front of the entrance.

Why is it that whatever I fear happens?

At this hour, shouldn’t he be attending the morning court? Why is he still in the Khan Palace?

Yelu Yan just so happened to look over in her direction.

Their eyes met and lingered.

Yelu Yan halted his sword mid-air, his attractive thin lips parting as if to speak, but the young lady turned and headed back into the main building.

As if the wind were at her heels, it didn’t take long for that beautiful silhouette to disappear into the grand doorway of the main building.

Yelu Yan curved his lips upward, placed his sword on the stone table, and followed her, lifting his foot up the stairs.

Normally, he would have sheathed his sword before attending to anything else, but today, he had more important matters to attend to and couldn’t concern himself with such details.

Jinwu, standing nearby in service, watched his Khan’s hasty departure with a shock he had never seen before.

Jinwu walked over to the table, picked up the precious sword, and sheathed it.

Ever since the princess arrived in Khitan, the Khan had been becoming stranger and stranger.

Zhuo Ma and Youlan peered through the window lattices at the outside.

As they saw Li Xianyun turn and walk back into the main building, they quickly stifled their laughter, stood up straight, and, along with the other maids, respectfully waited on the side.

Li Xianyun walked in after not too long.

She was about to head to the inner chamber when she heard Yelu Yan call out to her from behind.

"Xianxian."

Li Xianyun bit her lip. There was no way she could pretend not to see him now, so she had to stop. Turning around, she looked toward the doorway.

Soon Yelu Yan strode in.

Youlan and Zhuo Ma exchanged glances with the maids in the corridor, signaling them, and everyone respectfully bowed and exited.

As Youlan passed by her side, Li Xianyun reached out to grab at her sleeve, refusing to let her leave.

Youlan feared Yelu Yan most and wouldn’t dare offend him in such a way for the life of her.

She tugged her sleeve out of Li Xianyun’s grasp with the other hand and quickly walked out without a second thought.

In an instant, the room was deserted of maids, leaving only Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun standing in the long and majestic corridor.

Yelu Yan looked at Li Xianyun with a smile, saying, "Am I such a fierce beast that you’re scared like this?"

Li Xianyun sidestepped the remark by addressing a different matter, "Khan, shouldn’t you be at the court meeting at this hour?"

Yelu Yan, his gaze unflinching, looked at her pink and fair little face and laughed, "So, you were planning to slip away while the Khan was at court?"

She couldn’t keep anything from him.

Li Xianyun forced a smile and said, "Not at all, your concubine simply needs to attend to some matters outside the palace."

Yelu Yan looked at her, amusement in his eyes.

It seems the events of last night wouldn’t be avoided.

Li Xianyun bit her slightly swollen, rosy lips again.

Seeing this, the scene from the night before flashed before Yelu Yan’s eyes.

Last night, just after he had laid her on the bed, Li Xianyun had wrapped her delicate, supple arms around his neck, puckering her soft, plump lips, and said in a tender voice, "Kiss me."