The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 259 If your husband is here, don’t be afraid, okay? (Second update)

Chapter 259: 259 If your husband is here, don’t be afraid, okay? (Second update)

Li Xianyun nestled in Yelu Yan’s broad embrace, looking up at him and gently shook her head, "It’s nothing."

Yelu Yan gazed unblinkingly into Li Xianyun’s autumnal eyes, "With your husband here, don’t be afraid, okay?"

"Okay. I’m not scared with you here."

Li Xianyun said, carefully examining Yelu Yan’s left upper arm, "Husband, has your wound split open again?"

He had just been holding her tightly in his left arm, protecting her with such strength, it must have come apart at the injury.

"It’s nothing serious, don’t worry."

Li Xianyun looked toward the combatants, the assassins were clearly no match for Jinwu and the host of guards; many were quickly killed, and the rest fled.

The elegant room, once filled with poetry and painting, instantly became thick with the nauseating scent of fresh blood.

After repelling the assassins, Yelu Yan had Jinwu compensate the tavern for its losses, and the group left the place.

Upon entering the carriage, Li Xianyun had Yelu Yan sit on the seat while she retrieved a medicine box from beneath her seat.

Li Xianyun had a habit of always carrying a medicine box in the carriage when she went out, and even if she traveled light, she would carry one or two common remedies in her sleeve cuff, just in case.

She placed the medicine box on the table and opened it, then walked over to Yelu Yan, standing on one leg and kneeling on the other beside him.

Li Xianyun raised her fair hand to undo Yelu Yan’s clothes, revealing the wounded left upper arm.

The white cloth binding the wound was indeed soaked with a good amount of fresh blood, and she had just dressed the wound the previous night.

That morning, Yelu Yan had not instructed anyone to redress the wound, seemingly unconcerned about infection or pus, acting as if his own body mattered not at all, which was quite worrisome.

Li Xianyun gently unwrapped the cloth, revealing a grisly and muddled wound.

She couldn’t help but inhale sharply; the injury had indeed worsened.

Li Xianyun bent her head to carefully clean Yelu Yan’s split wound, then sprinkled medicinal powder on it and gently wrapped it, her movements extremely tender.

Throughout this process, Yelu Yan watched her with a smile, as if he could never get enough of her.

While bandaging him, Li Xianyun said, "Husband, you need to change the dressing every day to prevent the wound from festering and becoming infected, understand?"

"Mhm."

Li Xianyun, seeing his flippant agreement and knowing he didn’t take it to heart, looked up at him with discontent, "Don’t give me such a perfunctory response."

"How could I possibly treat this casually? Don’t worry."

Li Xianyun continued dressing the wound, her voice soft as she spoke, "Husband, if not for your own sake, then think of me. Here in Khitan, I have no one else but you. If you continue to neglect yourself like this, what am I to do?"

She was able to do as she pleased in Khitan, without having to defer to anyone or face hindrances, all thanks to Yelu Yan. How could she not realize this?

Her final words struck hard against Yelu Yan’s chest, stirring his thoughts and overwhelming him with emotion, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

"I understand. For your sake, I’ll take good care of myself."

Ever since he had met Li Xianyun, he had been more cautious with his life than anyone.

For the woman he loved, he couldn’t afford any carelessness.

Noticing that Li Xianyun didn’t respond, Yelu Yan reassured her again, "From today onwards, I will dress the wound on time."

He looked affectionately at Li Xianyun, the corner of his mouth lifting in a mischievous smile, "Besides, if the wound doesn’t heal, it’ll be inconvenient when we do certain things."

Li Xianyun knew exactly what he was referring to, her face flushing red, "Flirtatious Man."

Yelu Yan laughed even more joyously, as if he had been complimented.

After the wound was bandaged, Li Xianyun packed away the items, planning to sit beside Yelu Yan.

It was somewhat inconvenient to sit on him now that he was injured.

But before she could sit down, someone tugged at her hand, making her sit in his lap instead.

Li Xianyun knew he was always domineering, so she let him have his way, "Husband, who sent the assassins today?"

Yelu Yan didn’t tell her the truth, "They were sent from Shangjing."

In fact, Yelu Yan already knew exactly who had sent them.

Every move of Yelu Qi was under his watch, so it couldn’t have been him.

These assassins deliberately avoided Li Xianyun when they attacked, which meant their master had ordered them not to harm her at any cost.

And this person was Murong Ce.

Ever since Li Xianyun had come to the Border Market, the people sent by Murong Ce had crazily tried to kidnap her, only to be foiled by the Hidden Guard time and time again.

Now they even thought of kidnapping her right before his eyes, which was simply delusional.

If he couldn’t protect his woman, he would be unworthy of being a man.

Of course, Yelu Yan couldn’t tell Li Xianyun about this, afraid it would cause her undue worry.

Yelu Yan picked up some pastries from the desk.

"Were you not satisfied just now? Have some pastries to tide you over, and I’ll take you out for something delicious tonight."

"I’m full," she said.

She always ate very little.

Yelu Yan picked up a piece of mung bean cake and offered it to her, "You’re too thin, you need to eat more."

Actually, the places on her that should be plump, were more than just a little plump, much to Yelu Yan’s bewilderment.

They say lust is a blade over one’s head, and Yelu Yan never imagined he could become so consumed with desire.

"I don’t want to eat," Li Xianyun said as she lowered her head and began fiddling with his sleeve cuff, revealing a long stretch of her swan-like neck.

There was a beautiful raised pattern on his sleeve that was pleasant to the touch.

Yelu Yan bit into a pastry and leaned toward Li Xianyun’s lips, "Let your husband feed you."

Li Xianyun’s face flushed at once, he was actually going to feed her with his mouth.

She couldn’t help but recall the events of last night.

After returning to their chamber last night, Yelu Yan brought a cup of tea, sat by the bed, and looked at Li Xianyun, "Your husband is thirsty."

Li Xianyun was spreading the quilt on the bed and, hearing him, laughed, "Don’t you have a tea cup in your hand? Drink it."

"Your husband wants you to feed him."

Li Xianyun gave him a sidelong glance and continued making the bed, "Drink it yourself."

But Yelu Yan moved, sitting on the part of the quilt she was about to lay out.

Li Xianyun, tugging at the quilt, could not pull it free, "What do you really want?"

"Feed your husband water, or else he won’t let you make the bed."

A complete rascal with a rogue’s grin.

Li Xianyun sighed lightly, took the tea cup from him, and knelt beside Yelu Yan.

Yelu Yan was really too tall; sitting down to feed him was simply impossible, so she had to straighten up and kneel to do it.

Li Xianyun brought the tea cup to Yelu Yan’s lips and said with a hint of resignation, "Drink."

Yelu Yan’s deep eyes burned with intensity, and he pointed to Li Xianyun’s slightly swollen red lips, "Use that to feed me."

Li Xianyun froze completely, her mind thundering.

All along, Yelu Yan had given her the impression of a gentleman; she had not expected that, having tasted meat, he would become increasingly bold in teasing and enticing her.

Li Xianyun’s petite face turned crimson, she hurriedly thrust the cup into his hand and hid under the covers, "Don’t even think about it."

No sooner had she hidden herself under the covers than someone pounced like a starving wolf, rolling around with her.

He was as bad today as he had been yesterday, a bad man indeed.

Li Xianyun had no choice but to pick up a pastry from the desk and take a bite, "I’ll eat it, that’s all."

Yelu Yan, chewing on the pastry, smiled and said, "That’s more like it."