The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 194 They always need a process of getting used to (first watch)

Chapter 194: 194 They always need a process of getting used to (first watch)

Yelu Yan rose as well.

Li Xianyun watched him with a tender smile, "What are you doing?"

Yelu Yan took a step toward her, his robust and athletic frame almost pressing against hers.

The difference in stature between men and women was immediately apparent, especially since Yelu Yan was unusually tall even among men, making Li Xianyun seem all the more delicate and vulnerable.

Li Xianyun looked up at him directly, her eyes deep with mirth and the corners of her mouth bearing a mischievous smile.

He did not look like a good man.

Li Xianyun averted her gaze to Yelu Yan’s attractive Adam’s apple, lifting her fair, slender hand to press against his sturdy chest, and pushed him while pouting, "Move aside, don’t be in the way."

Li Xianyun could distinctly feel Yelu Yan’s intense, heated gaze and had no choice but to look up at him.

The man smirked as he bent down, one hand encircling her soft waist, the other roughly placing under her knees and hoisting her up across his arms.

Suddenly losing her balance, Li Xianyun’s heart couldn’t stop pounding.

Yelu Yan looked down at her, "Husband will carry you to bathe."

"No need. There are maids outside."

Laughter flowed in Yelu Yan’s dark, bright eyes, "They’ll have to get used to it eventually."

He wanted to hold her, kiss her, at all times, not sneak around. It should be the palace attendants and followers who avoid them.

Yelu Yan said this and strode off confidently.

Li Xianyun knew that Yelu Yan was quite stubborn and domineering in this respect, and resisting would be futile.

He bore both a refined, courteous side and a rough, overbearing one, contradictorily intertwined within Yelu Yan, yet not unwelcome.

Seeing that Yelu Yan had already carried her to the doorway, Li Xianyun, in her embarrassment, turned to support herself on Yelu Yan’s broad shoulders.

His shoulders were muscular and firm, tempting to touch.

Li Xianyun hurriedly pinched off that wicked thought, pressing her slightly flushed face against his chest, her soft cheek resting softly against the softness of his garment.

Being the height of summer, Yelu Yan wore thin clothes, and through the fabric, her warm body temperature and fiery breath seeped in, causing Yelu Yan to suddenly stop in his tracks.

A tingling sensation rose from his lower back, like flames leaping upwards, roasting and scorching him.

Li Xianyun felt his change, "What’s wrong?"

Yelu Yan’s Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed, "It’s nothing."

His voice was slightly hoarse, somewhat unnatural.

Li Xianyun, being carried out the door by Yelu Yan, didn’t think too much about it.

Upon reaching the bathhouse entrance, Yelu Yan gently set down Li Xianyun and looked at her unblinkingly.

"You can go back now."

"Hmm."

After watching Li Xianyun enter the bathhouse, Youlan and Zhuo Ma paid their respects to Yelu Yan before following in to serve her.

Zhuo Ma had guessed what the two were up to just by watching the direction they’d gone.

Zhuo Ma went to the inner chamber to fetch Li Xianyun’s clothes.

Her mind worked quickly, and she also took Yelu Yan’s clothes.

As Li Xianyun began to undress, she saw the man’s clothes laid out on the table and her face instantly blushed.

Zhuo Ma hurriedly explained, "This servant thought the Khan might bathe with you, so I also took the Khan’s clothes."

The more that was said, the more Li Xianyun’s face heated up like fire, "You may leave now, there’s no need to serve."

Li Xianyun wasn’t used to being attended while bathing, especially since the red marks Yelu Yan had left on her neck hadn’t completely faded; it was better not to be seen by others.

"Understood."

After Yelu Yan had seen Li Xianyun to her bath, he was about to leave when a maid bowed with her arms folded and said, "Your Highness the Khan, Guard Jin has an urgent matter to report."

Jinwu had already been waiting at the main building’s entrance for quite some time.

Just now, the Khan and the Queen were in the main hall, and no one dared to go in to report, fearing they might stumble upon something they shouldn’t see and anger His Majesty, thereby inviting disaster for no reason.

However, Jinwu seemed quite content to wait.

In recent days, the Queen had been leaving early and returning late, and the Khan had also been coming back relatively late. Jinwu had not seen Youlan for two days.

Jinwu stood at the entrance of the main building, peering inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of Youlan.

At that moment, Jinwu caught sight of a corner of Yelu Yan’s black clothes and quickly averted his searching gaze, standing respectfully with hands folded in front of him.

Yelu Yan descended the steps.

Jinwu knelt and bowed, "This subject reports to the Khan, the matter has been taken care of."

All of this was within Yelu Yan’s expectations. He responded indifferently with a "hmm," "How about the other matter?"

The other matter?

Seeing a hint of displeasure on Yelu Yan’s face, Jinwu was relieved to have caught on and hurriedly said, "The gardener says it will take some more time."

Jinwu couldn’t help but inwardly criticize: ever since his Khan had become enlightened in matters of the heart, it was like he was possessed, constantly going to extreme lengths to please the Queen, thinking up every imaginable rare gift to send her.

Knowing the Queen liked to paint, the Khan sent precious ink, brushes, paper, and inkstone; when she liked to play the zither, Yelu Yan sent her an ancient zither and scores...

A few days ago, Minister Shulu came up with a devilish idea, saying that women like flowers, especially those that are hard to come by and beautiful, such as the night-blooming cereus.

The Khan then sent people to look for the night-blooming cereus. Having found it with great difficulty, they discovered it wasn’t yet the flowering season, so they could only wait.

Every time the Khan remembered, he would ask, becoming as anxious as a monkey with its rear end on fire.

Thinking this, Jinwu quickly suppressed these terribly irreverent thoughts.

The Khan, with his awe-inspiring presence and sagacious martial prowess, was a rare hero who stood tall in this world. How could he ever be compared to a monkey? And particularly one with a burnt red rear end.

"Jinwu."

Jinwu shuddered with fear, and cold sweat began to stream down, "Your servant is here."

"Guard the city gate tonight."

Jinwu quickly bowed, his robust voice emerging from his throat, "As you command."

He deserved to be punished for his rebellious thoughts.

Jinwu couldn’t help but confirm his suspicion: the Khan surely had the ability to read minds. How could his deeply hidden thoughts be so easily seen through by the Khan?

...

News brought by Jinwu reached the ears of Yelu Qi half an hour later.

At that time, Yelu Qi was being tormented by a face full of dense red pimples.

The Imperial Physician had tried various methods, but nothing worked, and the itching was unbearable.

Normally a noble young master used to refinement, he now sat on the bed, disheveled and unseemly.

The bedroom was in disarray; he had smashed everything he could.

Hatred for Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun grew stronger within him.

All he could think about was how he would torment Li Xianyun once he ascended to the Khan’s throne, to avenge his current agony.

Anu looked at Yelu Qi’s miserable form, hesitating whether to tell him the bad news.

Anu’s brow furrowed, making the scar on his face appear even more vicious and terrifying.

Yelu Qi looked at him and asked faintly, "What is it?"

Anu had no choice but to kneel and bow, "Your Highness, Langfeng Garden has caught fire, the treasury has been burned down, and at the same time, our privately trained soldiers in West Mountain have been attacked. The news of the privately kept force will soon become common knowledge."

Yelu Qi growled, "Damnation!"

As he spoke, he swept a bowl of medicine, which a maid had just brought to him, off the desk onto the floor with force.

The maids and Palace Servants in the room, seeing Yelu Qi’s rage like thunder, knelt down, prostrating themselves on the ground, trembling with fear.

If Yelu Qi was unhappy, like his mother Guli, he enjoyed killing, and he killed without reason.