The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 186 Don’t you even miss your husband? (First update)

Chapter 186: 186 Don’t you even miss your husband? (First update)

The men had meticulously prepared everything for the opening, including the celebratory banners, firecrackers, and flowers.

Ali, true to his background as a waiter, had strictly trained the staff and doorkeepers on their every word and deed, especially in memorizing the names and flavors of various ice porridges until they knew them by heart.

After busy preparations in the kitchen, Li Xianyun led her team to rehearse the next day’s opening:

From the opening ceremony to greeting guests, then taking orders, down to settling the bill, they had practiced it all not once but twice, arranging every detail to ensure a flawless launch the next day.

Having finished the rehearsal, Li Xianyun gathered everyone together.

"Ruyi Square has just been established, and its foundation is not yet solid, with no renown to attract customers. It’s normal for there to be few patrons, but we mustn’t slack off due to slow business. We must dutifully complete every task and respect each customer. During this period, you need to enhance your skills, be keen and nimble, and thoroughly familiarize yourselves with every aspect. After the eighth-month festival, the number of customers will surge, and you will be very busy with no time for mistakes or corrections."

Ali wanted to ask why there would be more customers after the eighth-month festival. His lips moved hesitantly, but in the end, he remained silent.

The young master had his reasons for everything he did. Why question it? All one needed to do was work earnestly and diligently.

After wrapping up affairs at Ruyi Square, Li Xianyun led Zhuo Ma and the group out of the district.

The sun had already begun to set, bathing the clouds in a warm light that seemed ablaze.

Li Xianyun had wanted to visit Shitoutun to check on the workshops and the Drying Room, but it was getting late. Going there and back would mean traveling in the dark, which was somewhat dangerous.

Moreover, Yelu Yan had repeatedly instructed her to return to the Khan Palace early.

Li Xianyun had no choice but to give up the idea, and when she and her entourage arrived back at the Khan Palace, it was already twilight.

Neither Yelu Yan nor Yaduo had returned yet.

Exhausted from the day, Li Xianyun leaned wearily against the soft couch for a short rest.

She intended to rest for just a moment before getting up but unexpectedly fell into a drowsy sleep.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Li Xianyun sensed a subtle movement at her side and slowly opened her eyes.

What came into view was the handsome face of someone close at hand.

His deep, dark tiger eyes were filled with mirth and an indescribable tenderness.

Li Xianyun wrapped her delicate arms around his neck and chuckled softly, "My lord, you have returned."

Because she had just woken up, her voice carried a sweet languor, heavily laced with coquettishness, which warmed the heart and pleased the one listening immensely.

As soon as Yelu Yan finished his duties at the military camp, he had ridden hard back to the Khan Palace.

His prized steed was a renowned distance runner, stout and healthy, which, spurred on by the relentless lashing of the whip, kicked up its heels and galloped furiously.

In an instant, he had left the retinue of guards trailing far behind.

The guards pressed on desperately, trying to catch up.

"Guard Jin, why is the Khan in such a rush to return to the capital? Has there been some major incident?"

Jinwu laughed lightly, "No major incidents, but there is indeed one person of utmost importance."

The guards understood immediately: They say even heroes are hindered by love; it’s true, and even the wise and brave Khan couldn’t escape the snare of a beauty. What chance do ordinary folk have?

The magnificent horse raced straight up to the entrance of the Khan Palace.

Immediately, the guards came up to meet him.

Yelu Yan dismounted, tossed the whip to the guards, and strode meteor-like through the towering gates of the Khan Palace, heading straight for the main building.

Zhuo Ma and Youlan were sewing in the outer room when a tall figure entered.

Everyone hastily knelt and bowed, "Greetings to the Khan."

Yelu Yan looked around but did not see the delicate figure he was searching for. "Where is the Princess Consort?"

Zhuo Ma bowed and replied, "To report to the Khan, the Princess Consort was too exhausted from the day’s work and has fallen asleep on the soft couch."

Yelu Yan approached the door to the inner chamber, gently pushed it open, and entered.

Rounding the curtained partition, he immediately saw Li Xianyun lying on the soft couch, breathing evenly, her chest rising and falling gently, deep in slumber.

Her fair and delicate skin glowed like immaculate jade under the dim light, and her long black eyelashes cast gentle shadows on her soft skin.

The whole of her appeared tender and beautiful, peaceful and adorable.

Yelu Yan couldn’t help but want to hug her tightly in his arms and kiss her fiercely, to alleviate the torment of longing.

But he couldn’t bear to disturb Li Xianyun’s peaceful dream, so he walked over, supported himself with his rough, large hands on the soft couch on either side of her, and leaned over, carefully moving in to kiss her.

Just as his lips were about to touch her delicate petals, Li Xianyun’s eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes, like pools of autumn water, gazed at him with affection as she spoke to him in a soft, tender voice.

Brushing away all traces of his weariness from the journey.

Yelu Yan buried his head in the warmth of her soft lips, gently planting a kiss, and looked at her with a smile, "Did I wake you?"

Li Xianyun extended her slender arms around his neck, her cute smile tempting and endearing, "No, it’s about time to wake up anyway, or else I won’t be able to sleep tonight."

"It doesn’t matter if you can’t sleep, your husband will keep you company."

His gaze was intense, obviously with deeper implications.

This bad man.

Li Xianyun pretended not to see, took her pale white hand down, and played with the clothes on his chest.

He was dressed in black, which contrasted sharply with her snowy skin, making her hands look even more delicate and pale.

"Exhausted?"

Li Xianyun’s red lips parted lazily, "A little."

Yelu Yan kissed her cheek lightly, "Then hurry up and have something to eat, and settle down early."

Li Xianyun turned her head, faint light shone through the lattice of the window from outside.

It was already pitch black outside; she had slept for over an hour.

"Mm."

But Yelu Yan continued to stare at her intently, without making a move.

"What’s the matter?" Li Xianyun chuckled lightly, dimples barely showing on her cheeks.

The perfect picture of beauty with bright eyes, white teeth, and rosy lips, alluring enough to bewitch anyone.

Yelu Yan stared at her dumbfounded, speaking earnestly, "Don’t you miss your husband?"

Li Xianyun smiled softly, "I did miss you."

Clearly just brushing him off.

She was such a heartless and ungrateful woman; he missed her so badly that it was almost tearing him apart, yet this little woman didn’t give him a single thought.

Yelu Yan pressed against her smooth forehead, patiently asking, "How did you miss me?"

Li Xianyun, with her pinky finger as delicate as trimmed scallions on her chin, pondered for a moment, "Like I was longing for tea and rice, so distracted I couldn’t concentrate, lifeless in everything I did."

"Keep making it up?"

Li Xianyun giggled, her slender arms wrapped gently around Yelu Yan’s neck as she swayed lightly, "I’ve been so busy today, I had no time to miss you... Mmm..."

Yelu Yan fiercely pressed his lips to hers, nibbling and biting gently...

As a punishment for her, and as a reward for himself.

His Xianxian truly hadn’t missed him, but what did that matter? He only knew he missed her, his desire so urgent it was as if his feet were greased, wishing he could fly to her side instantly.

Li Xianyun gently closed her eyes, her moans soft and delicate as they yielded to his forceful, sweeping kisses...

Yelu Yan wanted to meld her into his embrace, but feared his strong body would hurt her, so he simply wrapped his arms around her slender, delicate back and waist, and turned her body over.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but cry out in surprise, feeling the world spin around before she steadied on Yelu Yan’s solid chest.

Li Xianyun had never seen Yelu Yan from this angle before, and she looked at him shyly and timidly.

Yelu Yan’s lips curved upward, his strong arms tightly encircling Li Xianyun’s slender waist, while his other large hand gripped the back of her head, kissing her fervently and enjoyably.

Li Xianyun’s eyes remained gently closed, letting the man beneath her kiss and caress her, her pale, tender hands helplessly resting on his broad shoulders.

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