The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 206 Did it wake you up? (First update)

Chapter 206: 206 Did it wake you up? (First update)

Yelu Yan embraced Li Xianyun, his burning body pressed against hers, and his warm lips beguilingly kissed her soft, pale neck, murmuring, "You sleep, don’t mind your husband."

Li Xianyun slightly pursed her lips, but how could she possibly sleep? His hand was restless, his leg hooked around her, kissing her neck and the roots of her ears, then moving to her cheeks.

Li Xianyun wanted to dodge, but he was as strong as ten bulls; she couldn’t break free from his thick, iron-like arms, which only tightened more and more.

Moreover, his warm lips were really too enticing.

Li Xianyun had no choice but to turn around resignedly, placing her small hand on his solid chest, and opened her sleepy eyes to look at him with feigned annoyance.

Yelu Yan smiled and asked, "Did I wake you up?"

Li Xianyun fidgeted with Yelu Yan’s clothing, deliberately avoiding his gaze, and said with a soft voice, "How could I not wake up with you doing this?"

His collar was loose, revealing his thick neck and hard collarbone.

Li Xianyun saw that black mole again and couldn’t help but reach out to touch it.

His skin was burning hot, the mole the size of a sesame seed slightly raised, feeling very comfortable to the touch.

Under the dim light, the beauty became even more stunning and enchanting the more one looked.

Like scratching an itch in his heart, he watched Li Xianyun with a silly grin, his lips curved in a smile, "Since you’re awake, let’s do what we ought to do."

Before Li Xianyun had time to react, Yelu Yan kissed her tender, slightly swollen lips.

After returning to the palace that night, Li Xianyun had struggled to stay awake during her bath, and then Yelu Yan had teased her for a long time, until she finally fell into a groggy sleep, only to be awoken again by his kisses.

She really didn’t know how he had so much energy.

"Mmm..."

With Yelu Yan’s kisses, Li Xianyun clutched his clothing, unable to stop herself from softly moaning.

Yelu Yan apparently wasn’t satisfied with just that; at some point, he flipped over, pinning Li Xianyun beneath him, most of his weight on the bed, afraid of crushing her.

He held her small hands down on the bed as he kissed her, slowly moving downward...

...

The next morning, Li Xianyun, because of last night’s indulgence, hadn’t slept well and didn’t get up until mid-morning.

Upon waking, Li Xianyun immediately started busying herself with preparations for the August festival banquet.

The Chief of Haoyang Palace listed the names of the dishes for the banquet, respectfully presenting them to Li Xianyun for selection.

Li Xianyun chose some popular dishes. During her time with the Khitan, she had learned about their tastes.

Additionally, she added items like iced porridge to the menu.

The day before, when she went out with Yelu Yan, the palace attendants had made dozens of lanterns, and over a hundred were neatly arranged in Erfang, more than enough for the occasion.

After the lanterns were ready, the next task was to make Kongming Lanterns for prayers.

The Chief of the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not dare to neglect the tasks entrusted by Li Xianyun and had people purchase what Li Xianyun needed from the market early on.

Li Xianyun, along with the people of Khan Palace, made Kongming Lanterns.

She turned the white wax paper into a cylindrical shape, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, and fixed the bottom with a wire, wrapping a soft wire around it. In the middle of the wire, she twisted additional wire into a cross shape. Then, attaching waxed cloth to the cross shape, the Kongming Lantern was ready.

The creation process was quite simple indeed.

Li Xianyun often made Kongming lanterns for fun with her brothers and sisters when she was in the countryside. If those little ones could make them without any trouble, then surely these skillful Palace Attendants could as well.

In just over an hour, over fifty Kongming lanterns were completed, which was more than enough.

Yaduo enjoyed wandering around the palace, and as she passed through the corridor, she looked through the window lattices at Li Xianyun making Kongming lanterns under the locust tree with the Palace Attendants, her eyes filled with a loving smile.

"No wonder Ayan is so infatuated with Xianxuan, gentle and virtuous, well-educated and understanding, considerate, and dexterous. Who wouldn’t be charmed?"

Upon hearing this, her maid laughed and said, "Imperial Noble Consort is right. The Khan and the princess’s relationship seems to be getting closer by the day."

The light in Yaduo’s eyes brightened when she heard this, and looking at her maid, she laughed and said, "You’ve noticed it too. Ayan might as well have his eyes planted on Xianxuan’s body. Just look at how besotted he is, as if he wants the whole world to know she’s his woman."

Yaduo paused for a moment, "Let’s hope these two kids continue to get along better."

Seeing the worry in Yaduo’s brows, the maid asked in confusion, "Imperial Noble Consort, if so, why are you still worried?"

Yaduo, watching Li Xianyun outside, said, "You don’t understand. Right now, Ayan is all fired up, but Xianxuan doesn’t seem to harbor much affection for him. It’s fine for a short while, but if it goes on too long, Ayan is bound to feel uncomfortable, and then they will have conflicts."

The maid laughed and said, "Imperial Noble Consort, you’re worrying over nothing. Seeing the Khan’s enthusiasm, he surely wouldn’t want the princess to be upset. All you can do is wait until the Khan and the princess have a child, then you can rest easy."

Yaduo laughed and said, "This palace likes talking with someone as astute as you. But one can’t rush to have children. You didn’t see it; just the other day when I mentioned something about Xuanxuan, Ayan thought I was pressuring Xianxuan to have children. He quickly offered me food, trying to shut me up, just like a hen protecting her chicks. It’s quite amusing to think about."

She paused for a moment, then, remembering something, asked, "Has Ayu returned?"

Yaduo had been told by Yuchi Qian during her last visit to the general’s mansion that Yelu Yu would return today.

The maid replied truthfully, "No message has been sent yet. Imperial Noble Consort, rest assured, given the close relationship between you and the Sixth Prince, he’ll surely come to see you first when he returns."

Yaduo nodded, "Ayu is a filial child."

After Li Xianyun and her people finished making the Kongming lanterns, they inspected Haoyang Palace, and then, guided by the Master of Ceremonies, went to the Music Bureau to select the plays and variety acts that were required.

With many people and eyes outside, inviting external drama troupes and variety performers posed significant security risks.

Better to err on the side of caution.

...

Guli, in the Cold Palace, smashed everything that could be smashed. In this regard, she was just like her son.

Her hair was disheveled, and dark circles under her eyes made her appear a decade older. Where was the woman who used to command and dictate?

Guli hurled a porcelain vase to the ground with force, shattering it into pieces that scattered everywhere.

"Go report at once; I must see Yelu Yan," Guli howled like a madwoman. "Tell him that if he doesn’t release me, I won’t say a single word, and he will never find the person he’s looking for!"

Yet everyone treated her as if she had lost her mind and paid her no heed.

Come 11 AM, a Palace Attendant brought a meal in a basket.

Contained within were only two naan breads and a leather water pouch, nothing more.

Accustomed to luxury, she couldn’t bear these foods and immediately knocked the basket to the floor.

The Palace Attendant delivering the meal was unfazed and gave her a profound look.

Guli suddenly realized something, paused, and then started causing a commotion, more unreasonable than before.

The guards outside, tired of the noise, stood far away.

While creating a scene, Guli rummaged through the basket and indeed found a marked piece of naan, which she tore open to reveal a small white note: "Wait for your son three more days."