The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 221 Are you really going to take action? (Second Update)

Chapter 221: 221 Are you really going to take action? (Second Update)

Yelu Yan’s profound tiger eyes looked playfully at Li Xianyun, "Why do you say that?"

Li Xianyun’s red lips parted slightly, "The Ninth Prince is still in Shangjing, aren’t you afraid he’ll do something bad?"

Yelu Yan raised his hand and gently stroked Li Xianyun’s hair, "My Xianxian is indeed clever, nothing can be hidden from you."

He paused for a moment, still holding Li Xianyun in his arms, and lowered his head to gaze at her, "As your husband, I’m actually afraid he won’t do something."

He had an air of confidence and seemed to have everything under control, which was very charming.

Yelu Yan took her small hand and gently kissed it, "If your husband did not leave Shangjing, how could I give those demons and monsters an opportunity to take advantage?"

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Yan, realizing that this was a trap, one waiting for the Ninth Prince to leap into.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but start to worry, "What about Grandmother?"

Yelu Yan’s brows knitted slightly, "Grandmother is afraid that leaving would expose my plans, and stubbornly refuses to leave."

~

Yesterday, Yelu Yan had returned to the side hall while Li Xianyun was in the kitchen preparing meals, just to persuade Yaduo to leave Shangjing.

Yaduo was very clever; as soon as he started persuading her to return to Mount Tian, she guessed Yelu Yan’s intentions.

She sighed softly, looking at Yelu Yan, "Are we really about to act?"

Yelu Yan nodded.

How can someone allow others to snore on the side of their couch? Moreover, Yelu Qi’s conduct was getting more and more outrageous, even coveting his woman, which was unbearable!

Yaduo’s face showed a look of sorrow. Although she didn’t like Yelu Qi, he was after all her grandson, and it pained her heart to see her grandsons fight each other.

Yelu Yan looked at Yaduo, "Grandmother, please pack your belongings. Return to Mount Tian tomorrow. If you stay here, I fear for your safety."

"After all, I am his grandmother. He won’t do anything to me," she said.

Yaduo’s voice faded, lacking confidence. Yelu Qi had always been unscrupulous and ruthless, cold and indifferent. Would he spare her simply because she was his grandmother?

Probably not.

Yaduo looked at Yelu Yan, "If I suddenly return to Mount Tian, it will surely arouse his suspicion, and your painstaking efforts will likely fail."

"Everything in Shangjing is already arranged for Grandson. You can return to Mount Tian with peace of mind," he reassured her.

"No," Yaduo looked directly into his eyes, "better safe than sorry. I don’t want you to take this risk."

Yelu Yan furrowed his brows, truly, the older one gets, the more stubborn they become.

"Grandmother..."

Yaduo cut him off, "Ayan, Grandmother has made up her mind, you don’t need to persuade me further. It’s just that I want you to promise me one thing."

Being as clever as he was, Yelu Yan immediately understood what she was about to say.

His brows furrowed.

Yaduo continued on her own, "Qiqi is actually a good child and can be taught well. The reason he has turned out this way is all because of Guli. So, I hope that after your success, you can spare Qiqi’s life, allowing him to spend the rest of his days in captivity, can you?"

Yelu Yan’s jaw clenched, and finally, he nodded his head.

Yaduo let out a sigh of relief, "Ayan, Grandmother knew you were kind and loyal."

~

Upon hearing this, Li Xianyun thought of Yaduo, who had stood at the entrance of the Khan Palace with a loving face, and felt a twinge of unease in her heart, "Husband, Grandmother won’t encounter any danger, will she?"

Yelu Yan’s profound tiger eyes flickered with certainty, "No, your husband has already placed enough people by Grandmother’s side to ensure her safety."

Li Xianyun leaned on Yelu Yan’s shoulder and lightly "Mm" in response.

Yelu Yan turned his head and nuzzled against Li Xianyun’s head, "Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to Grandmother."

"Mm."

Yelu Yan had always been immensely powerful—whenever he said there was nothing to worry about, there definitely wasn’t.

Li Xianyun finally felt somewhat relieved in her heart.

Yelu Yan turned his head to look at her, "Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Li Xianyun sat up straight, smiling as she looked at him, "Husband, it’s early morning now, how could I possibly be sleepy? Do you see me as someone so fond of sleep in your eyes?"

"Of course, who else falls asleep as soon as their head touches the pillow, causing me so much trouble every time just to wake you up?" Yelu Yan said with a laugh.

Li Xianyun huffed and looked away. Every time she fell asleep, Yelu Yan would touch, kiss, and grope her like a hungry wolf, disturbing her peaceful dreams—it was absolutely detestable.

"You have the nerve to say that, every time you ... you ..."

"What do I do every time?" Yelu Yan asked, smiling as he watched her.

"I’m not talking to you anymore." Li Xianyun said as she tried to turn her back, only to be picked up by someone and seated upon their legs.

This was truly indecent.

Li Xianyun tried to retreat backward, but Yelu Yan held her close.

The two of them collided with each other.

Li Xianyun’s cheeks reddened, and the next moment, they looked as if they could drip water.

"Husband, put me down."

Yelu Yan wrapped his arms around her, holding the back of her head, and kissed her. His actions conveyed his thoughts.

...

After Yelu Yan and his party departed, the news quickly reached Yelu Qi’s ears.

Anu lit up with joy upon hearing this. With expressions now visible, the scar on his face appeared even more hideous and terrifying.

He knelt down, bowing his arm in a salute, "Master, we have finally waited for this day."

Yelu Qi stood beside the desk, pausing only briefly before continuing to paint.

Anu couldn’t wait any longer. Over fifty of his family members had died at the hands of Yelu Yan’s sword, and he lived on only to seek revenge and redress his grievances.

"Master ..."

Yelu Qi threw the black-ink soaked brush at Anu in anger. As the brush made contact with his clothes, the black ink stained him all over, eventually rolling off onto the floor.

Anu crawled on the ground, begging like a dog, as his name implied, wagging his tail for mercy, "Please, master, spare Anu’s life."

Yelu Qi watched him coldly, "Do you think Yelu Yan is as foolish as you? Wouldn’t he plant his own people in Shangjing? We must wait until it is completely safe to strike, making a hit with a single blow, or else it will be a case of victor or vanquished, and we might never have another chance to live—or to seek revenge. Understand?"

"Yes."

Yelu Qi looked at him, "Send someone to contact the Southern Prince and tell him this prince wishes to meet him."

Anu, puzzled, replied, "The Southern Prince has always been cautious and has refused to meet with you before. I fear this time might be no different ..."

"Don’t worry, for the sake of his precious son, he will meet with this prince. Go and make arrangements."

Anu agreed, bowed, and left.

As Yelu Yan’s party traveled, reaching midday, Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun had a meal in the carriage.

After eating their fill, the swaying of the carriage from side to side, up and down felt like being in a cradle.

Li Xianyun had gotten up early that day. In such an environment, she only sat for a little while before her eyelids began to feel heavy, and yawns came one after another.

"Husband, I want to take a nap."

She said this as she tried to wriggle out of Yelu Yan’s embrace.

Yelu Yan was reluctant to let her go, "Let your husband hold you while you sleep."

"No," Li Xianyun said, her pale hand resting against his firm chest, "I’ve laid out the soft pad and pillows in the carriage, and I want to lie down to sleep."