The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 281 Thanks to the beloved concubine for making it possible (second update)

Chapter 281: 281 Thanks to the beloved concubine for making it possible (second update)

Yelu Yan said, lowering his head gently to peck at Li Xianyun’s delicate white and blush-pink face.

When he kissed her, he could be rough, or he could be tender. His methods of torment were endless, hardly what one would expect from a man who had maintained his chastity and integrity for thirty years.

Li Xianyun closed her eyes as Yelu Yan bit her earlobe, her breath unsteady, "My Lord, the court officials are still waiting for you."

"Soon."

He always said that, yet it always turned into a prolonged battle, never ending.

Yelu Yan nibbled on her lips, "Focus more, hmm?"

Li Xianyun always had a feeling that one day Yelu Yan would completely devour her.

"Hmm... Mmm..."

...

Yelu Yan lay bare-chested against the head of the bed, his body resting upon a pile of soft pillows that felt comfortable to lean on.

It wasn’t until Li Xianyun moved in to live with him that Yelu Yan realized life could be so comfortable.

She decorated the house warmly. The room was always filled with a faint fragrance, the curtains fluttered, the bead curtains swayed, the carpets were soft, the tables were covered with embroidered cloths, the chairs were fitted with soft cushions, and although there weren’t many potted plants, each one was beautiful and seemed to paint a picture wherever it was placed.

The bed she made was soft, with several pillows to use when sitting against the headboard. Lying down felt like lying on cotton, extremely comfortable.

He had just fought a battle. His arm gleamed, covered in sweat.

Li Xianyun lay gasping in Yelu Yan’s arms, her eye-catching chest heaving up and down.

Yelu Yan raised his hand and laid it on her.

Li Xianyun had no strength left to stop him, letting him have his way.

There was something else she was more concerned about right now.

"My Lord, should we change this bed?"

Yelu Yan’s hand kept moving as he looked down at her, "Why?"

"It’s not very sturdy; it feels like it might collapse at any time."

During their intimacy, Li Xianyun felt like she was in a cradle, listening to the creaking sounds, really afraid the bed would fall apart.

Yelu Yan laughed, "This bed is quite sturdy, it won’t collapse, and your lord also likes the sound."

Li Xianyun knew he would not say anything serious, giving him a discontented glance, "My Lord, I am being serious."

"Your lord is also being serious."

As he spoke, Yelu Yan pinched her gently.

Li Xianyun let out a low gasp and raised her hand to cover his.

Yelu Yan had no intention of moving away. Instead, he stretched out his long arms, pulling her up to him and planted a kiss on her lips, "Take your hand away, be good."

Li Xianyun bit her lip and reluctantly moved her hand away.

He then became even more presumptuous.

"My Lord, you should go now. The court officials must be getting anxious."

He knew she was trying to dismiss him; she had done so many times already.

Yelu Yan laughed, "If the Khan does not go back, they will attend to their duties. They won’t be idle."

The art of managing officials properly was to ensure that the court functioned orderly and everyone did their jobs without micromanagement. Otherwise, how exhausting it would be for a king.

They were the ones to do the work; he just needed to keep them in check.

Seeing that Li Xianyun stopped speaking, Yelu Yan looked down at her beautiful small face, "Why are you silent? What are you thinking about?"

As he said this, he gently pinched her again.

Li Xianyun trembled slightly, giving him a sideways glare and pushing his hand away, struggling to sit up.

Yelu Yan held her sitting in his lap, encircling her.

Both were honest with each other, and at this moment, any movement was unsettling.

Yelu Yan gently rested his slightly stubbled chin on Li Xianyun’s shoulder and rubbed against it, "Where are you going?"

The pleasant sound of his voice carried a sense of contentment.

"I’m going to play with Xuanxuan for a while. After lunch, I plan to leave the palace for a bit."

Having signed contracts with Houtang’s Xingfang Restaurant and Houliang’s Qingxiang Pavilion for peach and apricot preserves, we must hurry and have Ruyi Square and the workshop quickly make the preserves so they can be shipped out through Xinglong Trade.

She also wanted to see if Ruyi Square and the Ice Porridge Shop had been affected by the rebellion.

Yelu Yan kissed her ear, whispering, "Can’t you stay and play with your husband?"

This "play" was somewhat inappropriate for children.

Li Xianyun pretended not to understand and raised her hand to pat his arm that was firmly wrapped around her chest; the marks he left made her blush just to look at them.

"Let go quickly."

Yelu Yan kept kissing her, acting spoiled.

"If you keep acting so shamelessly, don’t even think about crawling into my bed tonight."

Yelu Yan, without a hint of fear, smiled and said, "Your husband can wait for you to fall asleep before crawling in."

He had done this plenty of times before, often slipping into her bed to wake her with kisses and caresses.

Li Xianyun sighed softly, "What will it take for you to let me get up?"

Yelu Yan shifted his tailbone slightly.

Li Xianyun immediately understood, "But, we had just..."

Yelu Yan flipped her over, pressing her beneath him, and buried his head to kiss her.

Li Xianyun sighed lightly; the man accustomed to battling on the field, where did he not direct his boundless energy, treating everywhere as a battleground?

...

After a long while, Yelu Yan casually put on a robe and began to wipe down Li Xianyun, helping her get dressed.

Li Xianyun’s face was a rosy red as she raised her hand to tie up her hair, not forgetting to throw a sidelong glare at Yelu Yan.

She had been too indulgent with him.

She couldn’t spoil him any further; it would lead to a bad habit.

Seeing Li Xianyun glare at him, Yelu Yan smiled happily, "Thank you, my love, for indulging me."

Li Xianyun shot him a look, her coquettish anger evident, "You’re not human."

Yelu Yan laughed and said, "Xianxian, if you insult people like that, you’ll be at a disadvantage."

The harshest words he’d ever heard her say were "bad person," "flirtatious man," "not human," and then nothing more.

Moreover, when she scolded someone, it was with a sweet and soft voice, pleasing to the ear, and sounded more like praise than criticism.

Li Xianyun looked at him, "You can insult people, can’t you?"

"Your husband also does not insult people," Yelu Yan said with a laugh.

"Then why do you say that about me?"

"Because your husband doesn’t need to scold; he will just kill them," Yelu Yan laughed.

Li Xianyun believed this reasoning of his; he had always been decisive in killing, and no one dared to provoke him, otherwise, he wouldn’t have been given the nickname "Black King Yama."

She glared at him, her red lips slightly parting, "Husband, why did grandmother decide to move into Cirui Hall?"

"I don’t know," Yelu Yan said as he picked her up to help her into her petticoat.

The clothes from before were dirty and needed to be replaced with a new set.

"Was it you who asked grandmother to move out? To make things easier for you?" Li Xianyun was seriously suspicious about this.

"To make what easier?"

Li Xianyun gave him a sidelong glance, remaining silent.

He was becoming slicker by the day, hardly ever speaking without a lewd suggestion. Ever since he had become enlightened, all he thought about was that sort of thing.

Where had the pure and restrained man of the past gone?

Yelu Yan stopped teasing her and laughed, "You are wronging your husband with this accusation; grandmother wanted to move out on her own. But Cirui Hall is not far from here, just a few steps away, so it’s quite convenient."

As he spoke, Yelu Yan had already dressed her, holding her in his arms, gazing intently at her, "After grandmother moved out, we benefitted. We can do whatever we want, wherever we want."

There it was again.

Li Xianyun was about to be driven mad by him.

"Flirtatious man."