The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 222: Hunter ultimately fell in love with the prey (one more)

Chapter 222: Hunter ultimately fell in love with the prey (one more)

Yelu Yan, upon hearing her words, had no choice but to place Li Xianyun on the carriage’s seat. "You sit down, your husband will lay it out."

"Do you know how to do it?" Li Xianyun somewhat doubted him.

Yelu Yan smiled. "I can’t."

Li Xianyun looked at him, a tender smile rippling across her lips.

Yelu Yan watched Li Xianyun, his Adam’s apple involuntarily rolling.

This woman’s every move, every smile hit all of his weak spots, always able to stir up wicked thoughts within him.

Yelu Yan suppressed the rising devilish flames and lifted the seat on the other side, taking out a soft cushion and pillows.

The carriage seats were integrated with chests beneath them, allowing them to save space and hold many items by sitting on the top and using the space underneath.

Yelu Yan spread out and neatly laid the soft cushion, his movements skilled and meticulous.

Li Xianyun had thought him to be a rough military man, unused to these fine tasks usually done by hands used to wielding weapons.

After laying the cushion, Yelu Yan placed two pillows on top, took off his shoes, set them by the carriage entrance, then turned and removed Li Xianyun’s shoes as well, placing them next to his, side by side.

When he turned back around, he saw that Li Xianyun had already softly reclined on the cushion, her head rubbing against the pillow. "So soft, so comfortable."

The cushion was an inch thick, topped with fluffy fine fleece, and the pillow was the same. After sitting in the carriage all morning, both body and mind were tired, and it was indeed very comfortable to be able to lie down.

Yelu Yan’s large frame lay down next to Li Xianyun, enveloping her delicate body in his arms, and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Sleep."

"Mm."

The wheels rolled on, and the carriage creaked forward.

The four horses pulled the carriage quickly, unavoidably causing some jostling.

As their bodies collided and rubbed together, Li Xianyun soft in his embrace, Yelu Yan began to entertain other thoughts.

Before meeting Li Xianyun, Yelu Yan had little interest in matters between men and women, thinking it a waste of energy and problematic. Only after knowing Li Xianyun did he taste the delight of such matters.

He had never felt such a strong need in this aspect before, but after tasting flesh, he became like a hungry wolf on the prairie, unstoppable.

He felt like he could never get enough of her, even fantasizing that after Li Xianyun fully accepted him, he might indulge himself numerous times each day.

Even some terrible thoughts arose: wanting to be with her day and night, anytime, anywhere.

These thoughts were unseemly for a person, but they stirred an inexplicable restlessness in him.

As the days of closeness between them lengthened, Li Xianyun learned some of his patterns; while drifting between sleep and wakefulness, she could feel Yelu Yan’s burning temperature and heavy breathing and knew that certain someone was starting to think of mischief again.

Her body involuntarily tensed.

This slight change was enough for him to sense that she was not asleep.

Since she wasn’t asleep, there was no need to hold back any longer. He tilted his head and captured her earlobe with a kiss, taking the tender flesh into his mouth.

Li Xianyun could no longer pretend to sleep and had to whimper softly, "My lord..."

They say to strike a snake at its vital spot, and Yelu Yan had thoroughly learned hers, knowing well that her weakness lay at her earlobe, much like the gateway to her soul, taking hold of it meant she became all the more compliant and cooperative.

Yelu Yan kissed her, his voice muffled, "Stop enticing your husband."

Clearly, he was the one with the insatiable desires, yet it became her fault – Li Xianyun was about to retort.

But then he sought her lips, rolling over them until she could think of nothing else but him, solely focused on him.

Yelu Yan pressed her down on the cushion, kissing her madly, hiding none of his yearning.

Yelu Yan’s exceptional martial prowess and imposing stature brought an overwhelming presence, leaving Li Xianyun with the sense of having nowhere to escape.

...

After being teased by Yelu Yan, Li Xianyun completely lost her desire to sleep. Tilting her head slightly, her face flushed, she helplessly wrapped her small hands around the head she had placed on her chest.

Suddenly, her elegant eyebrows creased tightly as a gentle "mm" escaped her lips, while her pearly white teeth gently bit her lower lip.

Yelu Yan raised his eyes to look at her, a muffled chuckle sounding from his throat.

Li Xianyun heard him and naturally felt unbearably shy. Still biting her lip, she closed her eyes, and her dense, brush-like eyelashes trembled gently.

He was a bad man, the worst man in the world, the happier he became the more he saw her in discomfort.

After a long while, when Li Xianyun saw that things were about to spiral out of control, she pleaded in a coquettish voice.

Only then did Yelu Yan let her go, pulling her into his embrace.

As Li Xianyun raised her hand to straighten her clothes, she was stopped by someone catching her small hand.

Yelu Yan bent down to kiss her hand, his eyes warmed with heat as he watched her unwaveringly, "Just like this, I like to watch."

Li Xianyun’s head roared, thinking that if Yelu Yan was to go mad, he truly would not be fit to be human.

...

In recent days, Murong Ce’s life had been miserable. Rumors of his indiscriminate killing of the innocent, ousting of dissenters, intricate conspiracies, and fratricide had spread everywhere, costing him the little popular support he had.

Of course, he never cared about the support of those lowly people. As long as he held control over the military and financial power, the other princes stood no chance against him.

The only reason he had not yet ascended to the throne was because he was waiting for the person in Taihe Palace to breathe his last.

Everyone in the entire palace was his person, and he had even forged the imperial decree. The other princes had been suppressed to the point of being unable to fight back, only able to continue on by watching his face.

But at this critical juncture, someone was stirring against him. That invisible hand behind the scenes was whipping up storms, giving those princes who had given up the fight for the throne new forbidden thoughts.

After several days of investigation, Murong Ce finally noticed the traces and realized that the person behind this was Yelu Yan.

This realization clenched his fists.

Yelu Yan was a sly and cunning man, who never did anything that wasn’t to his own benefit. His actions could only be for Li Xianyun.

For Li Xianyun he could go to such lengths, daring to offend an entire nation.

The daily reports from the spies indicated that Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun were extremely affectionate towards each other.

More than once, the spies reported that when Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun went out, he would either embrace her waist or hold her small hand.

The two of them seemed inseparable.

How could Li Xianyun do this?! How could she?!

In front of him, she was always like a little hedgehog, erecting her spikes whenever she saw him.

He kept trying to pull them out, but found he could never fully do so. She was so stubborn, stubborn to the point that he fell for her.

In the end, the scenario of the hunter falling in love with his prey played out.

In Murong Ce’s tenth year, the power of Houtang began to wane, but as the saying goes, a starved camel is still larger than a horse, and it remained the most formidable nation in the world.

Faced with the growing power of Houliang, the Emperor of Houtang grew wary and demanded the son of the Houliang Emperor be sent to Chang’an as a hostage.

Being sent to another country as a hostage would surely mean giving up any claim to the throne, and no prince was willing to go.

Only Murong Ce accurately gauged the thoughts of Emperor Murong Yi of Houliang.

His father, naturally suspicious, valued his power greatly. He would not tolerate anyone wishing for his early demise to seize his throne.

Out of more than fifty princes, he was the only one willing to enter Houtang as a hostage.

Murong Yi was taken aback, having to take a good look before he recognized him.