The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 200 Husband, I do have you in my heart (first update)

Chapter 200: 200 Husband, I do have you in my heart (first update)

Li Xianyun gave it some thought. Yelu Yan and Guli’s relationship was complicated and obscure. Could it be that he was angry because she was investigating Guli?

"Husband, do you not want me to investigate the Grand Imperial Consort? If that’s the case, I can..."

Yelu Yan said with slight irritation, "I have already banished her to the Cold Palace. Do you think I did that because I didn’t want you to investigate her?"

His tiger-like eyes were profound, and his face was stern, as if she had committed some heinous crime.

Li Xianyun’s heart thumped wildly, Yelu Yan’s demeanor made her a bit scared.

When he didn’t smile, he was indeed very fierce, no wonder so many people were afraid of him.

Li Xianyun pursed her lips and looked up at him, "Then what is it for?"

Yelu Yan spoke in a displeased tone, "Do you have any idea how dangerous you were today?"

Li Xianyun suddenly realized, so he was angry because he was worried about her.

A warmth filled her heart.

Li Xianyun took a step forward, her delicate and fragrant body pressed against Yelu Yan’s sturdy, rock-like figure, looking up at the man in front of her.

Her eyes, like autumnal waters, were clear and captivating, her red lips slightly parted, and her tender and pleasing words spilled out from between her teeth.

She was breathing out fragrance like an orchid, with a thousand charms and a hundred graces.

Yelu Yan’s heart tightened, and he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: This little woman’s ability to enchant and act coquettishly had reached the ultimate level.

It left him defenseless.

"Husband, today I took into consideration all the dangers I could face. I was afraid the man hiding in the study had powerful martial arts, not someone I could contend with, so I didn’t lie in bed but instead put a soft pillow under the quilt to deceive the other person. Plus, I was with Zhuo Ma; she is highly skilled in martial arts, so I was not in danger," she said.

Yelu Yan, like a huge trapped beast, spoke indifferently, "That’s because you didn’t encounter someone with high-level martial arts. What if you had faced someone with high-level skills and you had no means to fight back?"

He didn’t even dare to think about what might happen.

Ever since he found out that Li Xianyun had almost encountered trouble at the Liuwang Residence, he was in a state of distraction and confusion, and a surge of emotions overwhelmed him.

He was eager to drag Li Xianyun back from outside the palace and give her a good spanking; God knows how much willpower he had to muster to restrain such an impulse.

Li Xianyun had her own matters to handle, her own ambitions to fulfill; he didn’t want to interfere too much, didn’t want the woman he cherished and sheltered in his palms to suffer even the slightest grievance.

But Guli was intending to harm her.

Yelu Yan felt murderous when he found out. If it wasn’t for the last vestiges of rationality telling him it wasn’t the right time to kill Guli, he would have brutally and mercilessly torn her to pieces without a second thought.

For the first time, Yelu Yan disregarded state affairs because of this incident, spending the entire afternoon in a daze, even speaking absently to his grandmother, as if walking on clouds.

Previously, he was restrained and inscrutable, revealing nothing, and no one could guess his thoughts.

But today, he was too lazy to hide any of his emotions.

Li Xianyun held up her sleeve to Yelu Yan, her voice coquettishly indignant, "I still have sleeve arrows, and I can also use poison; there has to be at least one method that will allow me to escape safely."

Yelu Yan’s eyes were deep and serious, "But what if? What if none of your methods work?"

Li Xianyun remained silent; she hadn’t thought about that.

Yelu Yan suppressed his emotions, trying to stay calm and not to be impulsive, to be as gentle as possible, not wanting to frighten her.

His voice was low and ice-cold, like torn splendid brocade, giving an alarming sense of laceration.

"Have you ever thought of me, if something happened to you, what would I do, how could I go on living?!"

Li Xianyun was stunned, she had not expected Yelu Yan to say such words.

Yelu Yan looked down at her unwaveringly, his dark tiger-like eyes deep and inscrutable like a bottomless pool, seemingly ready to pull someone in.

"Ever since I married you, with every action, every decision, I think of you first. Do you know what I thought about when I was nearly assassinated last time? I thought that I mustn’t let anything happen to me because now I have you, I must protect you. If I were no longer around, you would..."

Seeing him become more and more agitated and about to say something ominous, Li Xianyun quickly stretched out her fair little hand and covered his lips to stop him from continuing.

Yelu Yan looked down at her, wishing he could open up his heart for her to see.

In the past, he had lived through days of bloodshed and conspiracy, never cherishing his life as he now did, thinking that at worst, his death would hardly cause anyone real sorrow.

But since he had Li Xianyun, he became protective of his life. She was so tender and seemingly fragile; how would she fare in the Khitan without his protection?

Yelu Yan took her soft little hand away and gazed at her palm-sized, vividly delicate face, sighing softly.

"Because you’ve never had me in your heart, which is why you never consider me in any of your decisions."

Sadness suffused his eyes.

This undoubtedly struck Li Xianyun a big blow.

In her eyes, Yelu Yan was a towering hero who plotted strategy and possessed boundless capabilities—how could one associate such an iron-willed man with heartache and desolation?

It was she who had caused him such distress.

Li Xianyun extended her soft arms, gently encircling Yelu Yan’s robust waist, her chin resting lightly on his chest as she looked up at him.

"My lord, you are in my heart."

Yelu Yan gave a bitter smile, "Can you honestly say that you have me in your heart? Have you ever longed for me to the point of distraction, ever desiring constantly to see me, to be with me?"

Li Xianyun was dumbfounded by the question, and after thinking carefully, she realized that she hadn’t experienced such feelings and didn’t want to lie to him.

She nestled her lovely head gently against Yelu Yan’s chest, her hair just reaching his chin.

Yelu Yan was indeed tall, a full head taller than Li Xianyun.

Li Xianyun hugged him and clung to him, her body soft as silk, and said in a gentle voice, "My lord, although I haven’t felt those things you spoke of, I do like you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be intimate with you."

Her voice became smaller with the last few words; saying such things was somewhat embarrassing.

Eventually, Yelu Yan’s heart softened, and he couldn’t help but sigh. She was right there beside him, willing to try to like him—that should have been enough. Why wasn’t he satisfied?

You can’t expect someone to reciprocate your feelings just because you like them; it’s so selfish. It made no sense to be upset about that.

He might be sad and aggrieved, but he shouldn’t let Li Xianyun feel the same. Ultimately, he couldn’t bear for her to be troubled over such matters.

Yelu Yan gently cradled Li Xianyun’s palm-sized face with his hand, her skin smooth, features delicate, eyes like autumn water, pure and beautiful.

Yelu Yan bent down, gently kissing her porcelain forehead with unspeakable affection and adoration.

After the kiss, he slowly lifted his head, his tiger-like eyes fondly roaming over her eyebrows and eyes.