The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 172 You’re so noisy, so annoying (first update)

Chapter 172: 172 You’re so noisy, so annoying (first update)

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun horizontally, leaving the fragrant corridor behind and slowly walked towards the Khan Palace.

The bright white moon followed behind them, casting their intimate shadows upon the bluestone pathway.

All around was silent, the gentle evening breeze stirred the birds perched on branches, causing a delightful chorus of chirps to be heard, while the incessant sounds of grass insects continued all along the way.

When Yelu Yan saw that Li Xianyun had her little head cozily resting against his sturdy chest without much movement, he asked, "Asleep?"

"...Mhm."

Yelu Yan chuckled softly, "Talking while asleep?"

"Mhm."

Yelu Yan tilted his head to look at her. Her soft little face seemed plumper from the side, her lashes appeared even longer, neatly and densely spread, casting faint shadows on her tender white skin.

"You’re so sleepy, let’s not bathe when we get back to the palace, okay?"

She bathed every night before sleep—a habit Yelu Yan was already aware of.

"No way!"

Li Xianyun opened her eyes, giving him a disgruntled yet mischievously cute and elegant glance.

The corners of Yelu Yan’s mouth twitched slightly.

Thinking he was unwilling, Li Xianyun acted petulantly, pressing her entire little face against Yelu Yan’s chest.

With her lovely little face, she rubbed against him coquettishly, "No, no, absolutely not, I want to bathe!!"

Yelu Yan smiled, indulgently saying, "Alright, alright, let’s bathe."

Li Xianyun let out a light "hmph" and looked up at him.

Her smooth chin was willfully pressed against his firm chest while her eyes, as clear as autumn waters, were fixed on him with a hint of grievance.

She knew best how to stir desires.

With such a pair of eyes gazing at him, Yelu Yan felt he would willingly die for her in that moment.

"Bathing, bathing, you shall bathe."

"Mhm, that sounds more like it."

Li Xianyun said sweetly, burying her little face again in his chest, softly scenting him, "You smell so nice..."

Yelu Yan’s heart raced, heat coursing to his face.

He was actually being teased by a little girl.

Li Xianyun reached up and caressed his chest, "And it feels so good to touch..."

Yelu Yan sighed softly, "..."

How he wished Li Xianyun would speak to him like that when sober, so he could enact his desires rather than merely settle for kissing her.

Upon their return to the Khan Palace, Li Xianyun rested her head on Yelu Yan’s solid chest, closed her eyes, and with one small hand clung tightly to the front of his robe, adorably drowsy and soft.

The maids all knelt and bowed with folded arms, not daring to make a sound, fearful of disturbing the Khan’s treasure.

Youlan and Zhuo Ma saw Yelu Yan carrying Li Xianyun towards the inner chamber of the main hall and followed to the bedside, ready to lower the mosquito net on each side.

Yelu Yan carefully and gently placed Li Xianyun on the bed, but as soon as he let her down, he saw that certain little girl wide-eyed and gazing intently at him.

The eyes of someone drunk are always watery and shiny.

Yelu Yan looked back at her, "Shall we bathe?"

"Mhm," Li Xianyun stretched out her delicate arms towards him, her voice soft and muffled, "Hold me."

They knew how to be lazy when drunk.

Yelu Yan’s laughter came softly as he bent down and scooped Li Xianyun into his arms.

Li Xianyun took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck, imitating his earlier action by burying her face in the warmth of his neck.

Her small face was smooth and cool to the touch, causing Yelu Yan to shudder slightly without realizing it.

Most fatal of all, she rubbed her little face gently against him and murmured, "Warm and hot, so comfortable."

A blaze seemed to ignite and rushed upwards, burning all the way to the roots of Yelu Yan’s ears.

Youlan and Zhuo Ma felt jubilant inside, yet they were also terribly embarrassed.

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun all the way to the bathhouse, where, seeing the bath, she became much more compliant and ceased to trouble him.

Somehow, he even felt a tinge of disappointment—wasn’t that strange?

Youlan and Zhuo Ma assisted Li Xianyun with her bath, while Yelu Yan stepped out of the bathroom and instructed a maid to tell the kitchen to prepare a hangover soup. He then returned to the inner chamber.

There she was, bathing inside, while he, like a flirtatious man, idly stood guard outside, which was really beyond the pale.

Yelu Yan picked up a book to read, but even after a long while, he couldn’t make out a single word.

He stared blankly at the pitch-black characters in the book, but all that surfaced in his mind were images of Li Xianyun, and all he could hear were her tender, coquettish whispers.

He was poisoned, poisoned by a drug named after Li Xianyun, the toxin had seeped into his bones, rendering him helpless to resist.

After bathing, Li Xianyun walked back to the inner chamber, a delicate and elegant fragrance lingering around her wherever she went.

Hearing the sound, Yelu Yan rose from the desk and walked over, gazing at her infatuated, "Are you finished?"

"Hmm."

The little girl was truly heartless; having flirted with him, she now turned her face away as if not recognizing him, not even glancing at him before she took off her shoes, climbed into bed, curled up on the pillow, and fell asleep—just a tiny thing.

Yelu Yan sat by the bed, watching her, "Xianxian, don’t sleep yet, have some hangover soup."

"..."

"Xianxian."

Li Xianyun buried her head in the pillow and muttered, "You’re so noisy, so annoying."

Zhuo Ma, who came in with the hangover soup, and Youlan, upon hearing this, felt their hearts pounding.

No one had dared to call the Khan noisy or annoying before.

Yet Yelu Yan was not the least bit angry. He didn’t get angry; instead, his smile deepened as he continued to coax her, "Drink it up and then you can sleep, be obedient, or I won’t let you sleep."

"..."

"Xianxian."

To get some quiet, Li Xianyun eventually climbed up reluctantly, with her eyes closed, she snuggled into Yelu Yan’s embrace.

Yelu Yan laughed as she nestled against him, took the hangover soup Youlan handed over, and gently held it to her lips.

Li Xianyun, with her eyes still closed, took a few sips in a daze, frowned, and said in a delicate voice, "It tastes bad."

Yelu Yan didn’t force her any further and let go.

As soon as his hand released her, someone crawled back to her own territory and fell into a deep sleep.

Yelu Yan covered her with a thin quilt.

Zhuo Ma and Youlan lowered the mosquito net.

Yelu Yan, having taken a change of clothes, headed off to bathe, "You two take good care of the princess."

Youlan and Zhuo Ma kneeled and bowed, "Yes."

...

After finishing his bath, Yelu Yan returned to the inner chamber.

Zhuo Ma and Youlan, very consciously, bowed and left, gently closing the door behind them.

Yelu Yan approached the bed. Li Xianyun had rolled over to lie flat on her back, sleeping so soundly that her adorable appearance was irresistible.

So soft and harmless, she incited wicked thoughts, making one want to tease her badly.

Yelu Yan sat on the edge of the bed, close enough, and slowly lay down with his clothes brushing against hers.

Yelu Yan turned his head to look at her, wishing she would come into his arms, "Xianxian."

"..."

Yelu Yan sat up with the intention of embracing her, his hand already touching her shoulder, yet he stopped.

She was sleeping so sweetly; Yelu Yan didn’t want to wake her.

Yelu Yan lay back on the bed, unable to resist stretching out his rough hand to hold her smooth and tender little hand, gently squeezing it.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling so content to share a bed with her.

Just then, a delicate body climbed onto him.

Her petite and soft body pressed tightly against him, her slender arms wrapped around his neck, her little head resting on his sturdy shoulder.

Yelu Yan’s lips couldn’t help but curve upwards, and wrapping his arms around her delicate body, he gently rubbed his chin against her little head and kissed her heavily on the top of her hair.

Yelu Yan tilted his head and pressed his face against Li Xianyun’s little head, his heart swelling with joy and happiness.