The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 272 Husband, I am using you, aren’t you angry? (First update)

Chapter 272: 272 Husband, I am using you, aren’t you angry? (First update)

Li Xianyun lightly patted Yelu Yan’s rough and broad hand, smiling with her lips, her voice soft and sweet, "Husband, why are your hands so big?"

Bad intentions were clear in Yelu Yan’s eyes, "The hands are not the only big thing about your husband."

In certain aspects, men need no teacher and, once they know the delightful details, desires grow like wild grass, leaving women far behind.

Li Xianyun looked up at Yelu Yan, her face full of confusion.

But she saw the mischievous smile on his lips, and his eyes were ablaze as if wanting to devour her, consume her whole.

Li Xianyun instantly understood what he meant by "big", and her fair little face turned crimson, her gaze flitting away as she reproached, "Flirtatious Man."

Yelu Yan laughed mockingly, "If your husband were a flirt, would you still be sitting here so properly dressed?"

Li Xianyun sighed to herself—they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but over these past few days, she didn’t know what the tall and burly man before her had experienced to be possessed by such lust, his eyes as if they could strip her completely with a mere look.

It seemed she must steer the conversation elsewhere. Li Xianyun feared arousing his wicked thoughts, which might bring the fire down upon herself.

"Husband, why are you here?"

That was another question she was very curious about.

On her way back to Shangjing, Li Xianyun had heard from the passersby that something big had happened in the city, all the gates were sealed, and travelers and carriages were being scrutinized very strictly.

The citizens all guessed that surely something major had occurred.

Some said spies from enemy states had infiltrated the city, plotting misdeeds.

Some said the Khan’s favored concubine had colluded with outsiders. Enraged, the Khan exerted all efforts to capture the traitors.

Others thought that treacherous officials in the court intended to rebel.

And of course, there were more credible accounts, saying that the Ninth Prince harbored treacherous intentions and sought to usurp the throne.

Regardless of the speculation, it all pointed to a tense situation in Shangjing.

Yelu Yan’s mischievous grin faded, and he became slightly more serious.

He picked up Li Xianyun’s small hand and caressed her smooth, pale fingernails.

Her nails were neatly trimmed—pink, tender, and smooth, like well-polished, shiny pink gemstones.

Yelu Yan cherished every part of Li Xianyun, simply adored her to no end.

If Li Xianyun was precisely to Yelu Yan’s taste, wasn’t Yelu Yan equally smitten with Li Xianyun?

Each time Yelu Yan was with Li Xianyun, he treasured those moments immensely, almost wishing time would stop.

"Yelu Qi was on the run and got captured by the troops I led. The situation in Shangjing has settled down, so I brought people to pick you up," he said casually, as if discussing a mundane matter.

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Yan, "The Ninth Prince rebelled?"

He really lived up to expectations.

Yelu Yan laughed, "Given such a good opportunity, how could he miss it?"

Li Xianyun recalled what Murong Ce had said. How could Yelu Yan naively follow her to the Border Market? He had his own plans.

So, Murong Ce was utterly wrong.

Seeing Li Xianyun lost in thought, Yelu Yan felt a twinge of discomfort.

They say a long-awaited reunion can be sweeter than a new marriage; they were not only long-separated but also newlyweds. They should have been inseparable upon meeting again, yet there she was, her mind on other matters—such a mix of love and frustration he felt for her.

With these thoughts, Yelu Yan brought Li Xianyun’s small hand to his lips and gently bit the tip of her index finger.

Warm and damp.

The touch sent a tingling sensation through half of her body, and she couldn’t help but cry out softly, trying to pull her delicate white hand back from his grasp.

Unbeknownst to her, the man held it even tighter, and her entire small hand was nestled in his palm.

His skin was a darker shade of wheat, in stark contrast to her tender white complexion.

One was rough, the other delicate, opposites in nature, yet when placed together, they offered a striking visual impact.

Li Xianyun’s eyes looked at him with a blend of annoyance and affection, "Husband, are you a dog in the zodiac?"

Rather than a complaint, it sounded more like coquetry, which made Yelu Yan’s heart swell with pleasure, and a blossom of joy bloomed within him.

"You can also bite your husband if you like."

As he said this, he leaned his handsome cheek towards her.

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Yan with disbelief.

Her expression was so adorable that Yelu Yan raised his hand to tease the tip of her nose, "What’s with that look? Do you think your husband is being frivolous?"

There, he had guessed her thoughts again.

Li Xianyun looked down, smiling without a word.

Yelu Yan wouldn’t allow her to look anywhere else, gently lifting her chin with his hand, making her look into his eyes.

Li Xianyun gazed at him, expecting him to say something serious, but the man instead said, "It’s all because your husband is holding back."

Li Xianyun knew what he was talking about. Her ears burned, and she intended to feign ignorance, but the man added, "One has to vent their anger somehow."

In the end, the man whispered in her ear, "Having finally come back, I must properly compensate your husband."

Lively memories rushed at her, and Li Xianyun’s face instantly flushed bright red.

These past few days, she had finally stopped feeling pain in her back and legs, but it seemed they were about to start hurting again.

Yelu Yan placed a kiss on her cheek, "What were you thinking about just now?"

"Husband, you must have heard all about my conversation with Murong Ce at the inn, right?"

Yelu Yan, with his vast reach, surely knew of her whereabouts.

Yelu Yan hummed in acknowledgment and bit her earlobe gently.

Li Xianyun felt her blood boil and surge to her head, and she trembled involuntarily, "Hus... Husband, I’m talking to you."

Yelu Yan buried his face in the crook of her neck and hummed lightly again.

It was impossible to talk like this, so Li Xianyun had no choice but to hold his cheek with her hand, give it a rub, and nibble on his lips.

"Be serious."

Yelu Yan laughed brightly, "Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you."

"So? Did you know what I talked about with Murong Ce?"

"Yes."

"What are your thoughts on it?"

Yelu Yan, smiling, leaned in to kiss her but was met with a sideways glare from Li Xianyun.

The big monster immediately became much more docile, "Xianxian, when you told Murong Ce that I am your husband, it made me incredibly happy."

She did say that, but that wasn’t the important part.

"And?"

"That’s it."

Li Xianyun let out a soft sigh and said, "Murong Ce said I married you to use you."

"..."

"Aren’t you angry?" Li Xianyun asked incredulously, looking at Yelu Yan. As the ruler of a nation, one would definitely be angry upon discovering that they had been deceived, but Yelu Yan’s reaction was unusually calm.

"Why should I be angry? From the start, I knew you married me to avoid Murong Ce, and you have been nothing but honest with me, haven’t you?"

Yelu Yan paused for a moment before continuing, "Moreover, I am happy to be of use to you. I am willing to be used by you, however you wish to use me."

His words were indeed provocatively flirtatious.

Li Xianyun turned a deaf ear to the implications in the man’s words, taken aback by Yelu Yan’s response. She had been prepared to cajole him.

She had already thought about how to speak softly, how to act coy—all sorts of strategies—but because of his words, none were needed now.