The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 208 Xianxian and Her Resentful Husband (First Watch)

Chapter 208: 208 Xianxian and Her Resentful Husband (First Watch)

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Xuan with a smile, "Xuanxuan, such a good boy."

Upon hearing her words, Yelu Xuan’s chubby little face was filled with smiles.

A line of people bid farewell to Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun. After walking a few steps, Yuchi Hong turned his head back to look.

He saw Yelu Yan pick up Li Xianyun sideways, planting two reckless kisses on her small face, gazing at her with a face full of smiles and doting affection.

Yuchi Hong had never seen Yelu Yan like this and couldn’t help frowning.

Just then, Yelu Yan looked over with a cold gaze.

Yuchi Hong felt a chill down his spine and averted his gaze, turning his head back somewhat unnaturally.

Since childhood, Yelu Yan had been different from others; with his quick thinking, strategic planning, and decisive courage, he was a born leader.

When Yelu Yan single-handedly infiltrated enemy camps to behead their generals, others of his age were still preoccupied with eating, drinking, and merrymaking.

When Yelu Yan led his troops to conquer cities and territories, earning a resounding reputation, his peers remained nameless.

He was always ahead of everyone else, like a bright moon, making everyone chase after him in vain, admiring yet fearing him.

Li Xianyun turned her head to look at Yelu Yan and said coyly, "Husband, put me down, there are so many people."

Yelu Yan kissed her cheek, "What does it matter if there are many people? No one dares to take an extra look."

Li Xianyun had noticed a few days ago that the Palace Attendants seemed to have developed an understanding that whenever Yelu Yan returned to Khan Palace, they would quietly retreat. If they couldn’t leave, they would stand far away, keeping their eyes lowered, not daring to take an extra glance.

"Husband, let me down first, I want to go under the phoenix tree and pick some Chinese cabbage to make a dish with cabbage and tofu."

Whenever Li Xianyun had free time, she liked to sit under the phoenix tree for a while, either reading on a hanging chair or gardening with the help of her maids.

Thanks to their careful tending, the scallions, Chinese leeks, Chinese cabbage, and mustard greens in the vegetable patch were lush and thriving, now ready for harvest and consumption.

Li Xianyun couldn’t wait to cook a dish from her hometown to satisfy a craving.

Yelu Yan laughed, "It won’t be too late to go later."

As he spoke, he picked up Li Xianyun to head towards the main building.

Li Xianyun, of course, knew what he intended. Whenever Yelu Yan had free time, he would take her into the inner chamber, pressing her against the wall, or on the bed, or a soft couch, for a good round of frolic.

Li Xianyun had thought that he was just newly discovering the joys of men and women and that the novelty would wear off after a few days, but he became more enthralled, to the point of being tireless and shameless.

Li Xianyun had tried to admonish him as well.

One day around 11 AM-1 PM, Yelu Yan took advantage of the ministers’ rest time to return to Khan Palace, giving Li Xianyun a knowing look while she was teaching a maid embroidery.

Li Xianyun pretended not to see.

Having no alternative, Yelu Yan walked over to Li Xianyun, took the thing from her hands, and carried her sideways into the inner chamber.

The maids were shocked and embarrassed, quickly exiting the main hall.

Feeling shy and unable to endure, Li Xianyun gently patted his shoulder, "Husband, put me down."

Yelu Yan looked up at her and laughed softly, "I’ll put you down in a little while."

Once in the inner chamber, Yelu Yan put Li Xianyun down and embraced her, kissing her blushing lips.

The two kissed all the way from the door to the soft couch.

Yelu Yan kissed Li Xianyun in various ways.

Sometimes tenderly, sometimes domineeringly, sometimes rolling, sometimes pressing down...

In this regard, he was both rough and domineering.

Li Xianyun always felt like he was about to devour her.

Every time when she was unable to breathe, he would lift his head slightly, gently pecking her, waiting for her breathing to stabilize before fiercely taking her lips again.

As far as she knew, Yelu Yan hadn’t been with a woman before, but now it seemed he was becoming more and more like a seasoned lover.

What Li Xianyun didn’t know was that since Yelu Yan realized he had fallen for her, her image haunted his every night, tormenting him.

Yelu Yan had long harbored thoughts of her, not just for a day or two. Was it not that he had become skilful and thoroughly acquainted?

Finally, Yelu Yan ceased tormenting her pitifully rosy lips and moved on to gently kiss Li Xianyun’s slender and fair swan neck.

With her eyes half-closed, Li Xianyun let out a breath as sweet as orchids, "My lord, for us to sneak into the inner chamber in broad daylight, everyone will surely suspect something."

In reality, no one really thought much of it.

As Yelu Yan kissed her tender, fragrant, and soft neck, he said indistinctly, "You and I are husband and wife. Isn’t doing such things completely natural and justified?"

Li Xianyun lifted her fair hand to embrace his head, her fingers white as scallion roots shimmering against the backdrop of Yelu Yan’s dark hair.

Li Xianyun exhaled a clear breath, her voice soft and delicate, "Even so, we should avoid doing it in front of others."

Yelu Yan paused for a moment and finally lifted his head, hugging her tightly before bowing to stare intently at her palm-sized, beautiful face as if he needed to read something from it.

When he examined someone attentively, his pitch-black tiger eyes grew deeper, and his jawline tensed, making one’s heart beat faster for no apparent reason.

Li Xianyun’s moist red lips parted slightly, "What’s the matter?"

Yelu Yan’s tiger eyes shimmered as he exhaled softly, "You still don’t have me in your heart."

Li Xianyun chuckled lightly, "Why are you starting this again? You sound like a resentful husband."

She had meant it as a joke, yet he responded seriously, "Am I not a resentful husband? After being apart for so long, I want to be close to you, yet you’re distracted and evasive."

Li Xianyun muttered, "How has it been a long time? It’s only been a little over two hours."

In the early morning, he had made such a fuss that she was woken up.

A wounded look appeared in Yelu Yan’s eyes.

Li Xianyun could never bear to see a usually strong and domineering Yelu Yan with a pitiful expression on his face. In the end, her heart softened, and she extended her tender arms to encircle his sturdy neck, cajoling him, "Alright, alright, I’ll do as you wish."

As she spoke, she leaned towards Yelu Yan, puckering up her soft, plump lips.

But Yelu Yan continued to scrutinize her, unmoved.

She did not love him nor depend on him; he knew this well and felt it foolish to be petulant, yet he couldn’t help his feelings.

Seeing that he made no move, Li Xianyun’s face flushed, "Never mind about the kiss then."

As she withdrew her arms,

he seized her small head and kissed her.

...

From then on, Li Xianyun indulged his foolishness.

It’s often said that a woman’s heart is as elusive as a needle at the bottom of the sea, but Li Xianyun felt this was a bit unfair. It was the heart of a man, particularly one like a resentful husband such as Yelu Yan, that was truly elusive.

...

Li Xianyun saw that Yelu Yan was about to behave recklessly again, but it was nearly time for their meal, and there wouldn’t be enough time to cook if they delayed any longer.

She landed a kiss on Yelu Yan’s cheek, gazing at him with her alluring, watery eyes, and spoke in a soft voice, "My lord."

Li Xianyun had long since figured out Yelu Yan’s temper; a little coquetry on her part would typically make him quite compliant.

True to form, Yelu Yan sighed softly, "Fine."

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun to the shade of the Chinese parasol tree.

Struggling to get down, Li Xianyun lifted her skirt and was about to walk into the vegetable plot when she was held back by someone’s embrace around her willowy waist.

"You stay here and behave, I’ll pick the vegetables," he said.

"Hmm."

Yelu Yan entered the vegetable plot, standing among the leaves and looking at Li Xianyun, "How much should I pick?"

"Five or six plants will be enough."