The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 195 Haven’t seen you all day, won’t you give a hug? (Second update)

Chapter 195: 195 Haven’t seen you all day, won’t you give a hug? (Second update)

Yelu Qi always slaughtered the innocent indiscriminately, and besides those few capable individuals, countless others had come and gone from his side.

No one wished to serve near him, yet they dared not show it. Anyone found by him to show the slightest reluctance would be beheaded, and their families would suffer as well.

People said that the Ninth Prince loved his people as if they were his own children and was broad-minded and benevolent; in reality, those close to him knew exactly what he was—a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a monstrous fiend with green fangs and a threatening presence.

Sure enough, Yelu Qi saw a maid by his side trembling violently, which annoyed him, "Someone, drag this wretch out and beat her to death with sticks!"

Immediately, two guards stepped forward, took the woman away, and no matter how she begged for mercy, it was to no avail.

Yelu Qi clenched his fists, his pockmarked face twisted with ferocity.

"Yelu Yan really knows how to keep his temper, to think he had a contingency plan. Just as I thought, based on what I know of him, if he truly liked Princess Hehui, he would not have remained indifferent to my provocation. It seems he was openly repairing the plank road while secretly moving through Chen Cang, having arranged everything in advance, utterly sinister and ruthless."

Anu looked worriedly at Yelu Qi. With Yanzhou taken over by the Imperial Court, Yelu Qi had effectively lost an arm. Moreover, his estate’s treasury had been burned, the amassed assets severely damaged, striking at the very foundations. Furthermore, princes granted fiefs raising private troops clearly revealed disloyal hearts, a flagrant act of treason. All these issues were enough to trouble Yelu Qi.

Yelu Qi snorted coldly and muttered to himself, "Ever since we were children, you’ve always been one step ahead of me, stubborn as a reeking stone in an outhouse, hard and obstinate, with defenses as solid as a metal wall without a single weak spot. Now, at last, I’ve discovered where your soft underbelly lies? I will surely take back my empire and my woman, and make you suffer unbearably."

Madness filled his brown eyes, chilling the spine of anyone who saw them.

...

After her bath, Li Xianyun dried her hair before leisurely returning.

Yelu Yan’s deep tiger eyes flickered with a primal longing, how could Li Xianyun not notice?

Dry wood laid next to a raging fire was bound to ignite sooner or later.

But she wasn’t ready yet.

So Li Xianyun planned to wait until Yelu Yan fell asleep before returning.

But she overlooked one thing—Yelu Yan had grown up in a military camp, accustomed to being alert at all times.

During tense times, it was common for him to stay awake until daybreak.

How could he bear to sleep without Li Xianyun’s return?

Zhuo Ma and Youlan opened the door to the inner chamber for Li Xianyun.

With her hair cascading down like a waterfall, Li Xianyun entered.

Watching Li Xianyun’s lovely back and soft figure, even a woman couldn’t help but feel a stir of the heart, let alone a man.

The door to the inner chamber closed from outside, and as Li Xianyun stepped past the screen of hanging beads and the curtain of pearls in her wooden clogs, she saw Yelu Yan dressing with his back to her.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, a broad back, his tall frame was apparent even through the thin white garment that revealed his robust muscles.

He was handsome and well-built, a man accustomed to martial training and battle; Li Xianyun was aware of this.

But knowing was one thing, and seeing with one’s own eyes was quite another.

Her face flushed, her heartbeat quickened, and it was a mercy that she did not have a nosebleed.

Without stopping his movements, Yelu Yan asked as he dressed, "Back already?"

Li Xianyun found her throat dry, swallowing hard, she uttered a "Hmm" sound.

Yet due to emotional reasons, her voice trembled, making her sound almost unreal to herself.

She was a hopeless flirt.

Having finished dressing, Yelu Yan turned to look at her.

In the lamplight, his handsome face was marked with clear, prominent features, making him look even more rugged and attractive.

He had just bathed, and the hair on his neck was slightly damp.

Seeing her stand still with unusually bright and moist eyes, Yelu Yan stepped forward and reached out to touch her ink-black hair.

The hair was already dry; he was not needed.

Yet, he felt a twinge of disappointment.

Yelu Yan took her small hand into his. Her hand, already delicate enough to wring out water, had become even more slippery and boneless after her bath, demanding nothing but the gentlest care.

"Back and not in bed, what are you standing there thinking about?"

"It’s nothing."

His collar was wide open, revealing his long, robust neck, his hard Adam’s apple, and his attractive clavicles.

On his clavicle was a small, black mole that Li Xianyun wanted to touch.

Thinking of this, her palms itched, and her small hand trembled slightly.

Seeing Li Xianyun divert her gaze away, Yelu Yan smiled gently and bent down to scoop her up in his arms.

One of her wooden sandals fell to the ground, exposing one small, tender foot. Her nails were neatly trimmed, the little nail caps gleaming with a warm, pinkish hue under the light.

Li Xianyun looked up at Yelu Yan, "Husband, why haven’t you gone to sleep so late?"

"What do you think?"

Yelu Yan’s mouth curled into a light smile, the laughter in his eyes was overwhelmingly intense.

If she didn’t return soon, he would have struggled to resist fetching her from the bathing chamber himself.

Li Xianyun pursed her delicate, rosy lips and lowered her eyes, staying silent.

Yelu Yan couldn’t resist planting a kiss on her forehead while watching her shy demeanor.

He carried Li Xianyun to the bedside, set her down on the bed, and started to remove her shoes, "The other one, I will pick up for you tomorrow morning."

Li Xianyun looked at his large hands and robust arms and made an agreeing sound.

Once her shoes were off, Li Xianyun crawled toward the bed.

Yelu Yan sat back against the headboard and turned to look at her, "We haven’t seen each other all day, won’t you give your husband a hug?"

Li Xianyun was straightening her hair, preparing to lie down to sleep, when she heard this. Her small hands paused and she looked up at the stalwart man beside her.

With him there, the enormous bed always seemed somewhat crowded.

Hadn’t they been together since evening? It couldn’t be counted as not seeing each other for a day.

Yelu Yan’s gaze was radiant, his handsome eyebrows relaxed.

His striking cheeks had a captivating charm.

Li Xianyun put her hands down; her three thousand strands of black hair fell, spreading across her back, making her look even more fair-skinned, beautiful, fragrant, and enticing.

She was about to lean in when someone propped her under her arms and lifted her over, seating her firmly on his lap.

Li Xianyun had never before shown herself in such a bashful posture, and her little face flushed red to the base of her neck.

Her blood was burning, boiling.

After she was seated, Yelu Yan’s rough hands moved from the soft flesh under her arms and wrapped around her slender waist.

Li Xianyun’s hands lay softly on his strong shoulders, and because she was sitting on top of him, her head was almost level with his.

Yelu Yan’s heated gaze moved over Li Xianyun’s delicate and exquisite little face, "Were you not thinking of your husband today?"

"I was."

At least, she had thought of him when she was poisoning Yelu Qi.

Yelu Yan seemed satisfied with her response; his Adam’s apple bobbed as his heated gaze locked onto hers, "I’ve missed you too."

His gaze gradually drifted downward, settling on her lips, flushed from the wash of water, then back up to her eyes, deep like pools.

The intention couldn’t be clearer; he wanted to kiss her.

They had kissed so many times before, what would it matter to kiss again? Plus, she wanted to kiss him, to be kissed by him.

"Kiss your husband, hmm?"

He spoke with such boldness; this man truly had no shame.

Yet, Li Xianyun wasn’t put off by his shamelessness at all.

She paused for a moment, then slowly moved closer, pressing her lips against his warm ones, pressing down firmly.