The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 170: Khan 170: I am yours (first watch)

Chapter 170: Khan 170: I am yours (first watch)

Li Xianyun’s delicate brows furrowed lightly, "Isn’t it a pity that such a handsome man is already spoken for?"

Yelu Yan was amused and laughed, "What would you do if the gentleman before you happens to be your husband?"

"My husband?"

Yelu Yan nodded.

Li Xianyun let out a breath as soft as orchid, "Of course, I would hold him and kiss him thoroughly."

The maids and guards standing behind them were far away, so they didn’t hear what the two were saying.

Yelu Yan looked down at Li Xianyun with a burning gaze and raised his voice, "Everyone, retreat."

The crowd dispersed and took different paths back to the Khan Palace.

Yelu Yan held Li Xianyun and went straight to a corridor nearby, where there was a long bench for people to sit idly.

In the corner of the wall, the lilacs exuded a fragrance, blocking the moonlight and casting mottled shadows on the corridor.

Yelu Yan sat down with Li Xianyun in his arms, allowing her to sit on his lap and wrapping her horizontally in his embrace.

Li Xianyun looked at the lilac flowers beside them and murmured softly, "How fragrant."

Yelu Yan stared at her with a touch of disappointment, "... Weren’t you going to kiss me?"

Why is she playing coy now that they are away from prying eyes?

Li Xianyun struggled to fix her gaze on Yelu Yan, looking very serious, "I can’t just kiss anyone."

As expected, she was backing out.

Yelu Yan watched her with interest, "Why not?"

"I only kiss my own husband, not someone else’s. I don’t want to be a bad woman," Li Xianyun said in a tender murmur.

She was adorable beyond words.

Yelu Yan coaxed patiently, "I am your husband."

Li Xianyun playfully looked at him, "Really?"

"Really." Yelu Yan’s eyes were burning as he looked at her.

Li Xianyun softened her tone, "You are my husband?"

"I am yours."

In Yelu Yan’s eyes, though his gaze seemed calm, there were uncontrollable waves inside him.

"Then I can kiss."

Li Xianyun said crisply, lifting her little hands to gently rub Yelu Yan’s chiseled and handsome cheeks.

His face changed shape because of this, but he did not reach out to stop her.

Her hands were small, soft, and fragrant, warmly rubbing against him, feeling very comfortable.

Li Xianyun first gazed into Yelu Yan’s deep and attractive tiger eyes, then her eyes fell onto his seductive lips.

Holding his face, she leaned in slowly and pressed gently against his warm lips.

Li Xianyun slowly closed her eyes, giving a few gentle pecks.

Clumsy and random, but enough to throw one’s mind into disarray.

Yelu Yan watched her intently, unwilling to miss any slight change in her.

He was addicted to the feeling of being kissed by Li Xianyun, unable to extricate himself.

He finally surrendered, all restraint and reserve evaporating like smoke.

His heart and eyes were filled only with the tender enchantment before him.

He longed to forget what night it was, to simply live a lifelong companionship with her.

Li Xianyun’s long, dense eyelashes trembled gently as she slowly opened her eyes, only to see a pair of scorching eyes close at hand.

Being gazed at so intently, she couldn’t bring herself to continue kissing.

Li Xianyun drew back slightly, and just as their lips were about to part, Yelu Yan raised his hand to cup the back of her head and fiercely kissed her back.

"Mm..."

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise; his kiss was passionate and domineering, leaving no room for breathing.

Only then did she realize she had provoked a great devil.

After a profound kiss, Yelu Yan slowed down his movements and strength, pecking like a dragonfly skimming water, waiting for Li Xianyun to catch enough breath before continuing to deeply kiss her.

"Mm..."

Li Xianyun’s delicate hands had already slipped from his face and rested lightly on his shoulders, gradually tightening her grip on his clothes with the intensity of Yelu Yan’s kisses.

...

After a moment, Li Xianyun gently pushed against the man’s solid and broad chest.

The man reluctantly gave a deep kiss, marking the end of their lingering embrace.

His eyes were like ripples in water, lost in thought until abruptly pulled back to reality, still somewhat unaccustomed.

Yelu Yan’s hand still clasped behind her delicate little head, lightly resting his forehead against hers, lightly nuzzling, ready to resume the kiss from before, "What’s wrong?"

"...It’s hot."

Yelu Yan chuckled softly, coaxing her with playful seduction, "Where does it feel hot? Hmm?"

Indeed, some things come naturally to men.

Li Xianyun moved her head backward slightly.

Yelu Yan also lifted his head.

Li Xianyun pouted her slightly swollen lips for him to see, "My mouth feels hot from the kissing, and it’s a bit numb. I must be poisoned, right? My head feels dizzy."

Yelu Yan raised his hand to rub her head, "You’re not poisoned, you’re just drunk."

"Mhm."

Yelu Yan hugged her tender body close, burying his head in the fragrant crook of her neck, slowly tightening his hold.

...

Within the ice-cold secret chamber of the Crown Prince’s Palace in Houliang, piercing cries and wails echoed.

"Crown Prince, I beg of you, this humble official will never dare to oppose you again, I will never dare to oppose you again, please spare my family."

The man seated in the main chair had a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, his lips curling into a smile, as he fiddled with a dagger in his hand.

He loomed high above, both a god and a devil in control of life and death.

He was described as godlike for his striking good looks.

But he was called a devil for the countless lives he had taken, ruthless and merciless.

In front of him stood five wooden stakes, each with a person tied to it.

They were the family members of the pleading official: his father, mother, lawful wife, a son, and a daughter.

The daughter was twelve or thirteen years old, the son only four or five.

Murong Ce saw the official’s pleas and felt more delighted, "Didn’t you say this Crown Prince is cruel and heartless and unable to ascend to the throne? Such nice words, say them again for me to hear?"

The official, tears streaming down, "It was all my blindness, speaking nonsense. You are magnanimous, please don’t lower yourself to my level."

Murong Ce nodded lightly, speaking airily, "At least you have some self-awareness."

He threw the dagger to the front of the official, lifting his green chin, "Begin."

The official glanced at the dagger, and then back at Murong Ce seated in the high place.

He felt such hatred. Why was it that the wicked did not suffer retribution? Why did Murong Ce, after committing so many atrocities, still sit high up in the main seat?

But what could he do?

Over the years, those who opposed Murong Ce either died unexpectedly and horribly or disappeared without a trace.

He merely spoke ill of Murong Ce in passing to a colleague and was captured for it.

The country was in decline, the people were suffering, the roads were filled with the destitute.

The official, trembling, picked up the dagger, looking towards Murong Ce.

Murong Ce sneered, casually tossing a hidden weapon, a muffled groan sounded from the wooden stake.

Instantly, the official’s father was breathless.

The remaining four bound to the stakes, the youngest already stupefied by fear, the other three wailing loudly.

The official, crying and screaming, begging for mercy, "I’ll do it, I’ll do it!"

With gritted teeth and determination, he clenched the dagger tightly in his palm and plunged it toward his left eye.

The official, his eye impaled, pulled out the blood-soaked dagger, writhing on the ground in agony.

His mother and wife and children screamed and wailed.

But their cries were in vain; neither heaven nor earth would respond.

This secret chamber was deep and enclosed by walls of copper and iron; even if one screamed their lungs out, no one would hear.

Murong Ce thoroughly enjoyed these cries of terror and despair. The more pitiful and frightened they sounded, the happier he became.

He smiled from beginning to end.