The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 291 A woman blessed by heaven

Chapter 291: 291 A woman blessed by heaven

Suddenly disturbed from a pleasant moment, Yelu Yan’s displeasure grew, his brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "What is it?"

His voice carried a strange huskiness, tainted with thick traces of passion, yet it could not conceal his domineering majesty.

Hearing the voice, Bater’s heart trembled chaotically. Relying on the faint starlight, he looked helplessly at Jinwu, fearing that a great disaster might be imminent.

Yelu Yan was always fair in rewards and punishments, but the regal aura that surrounded him made people feel intimidated and willing to submit; apart from Li Xianyun and Yaduo, there was no one who was not afraid of him.

The fear of Yelu Yan seemed to be etched into people’s bones, deeply fused into their bloodstream.

Just one look, one gesture, or a thread of his voice was enough to scare someone into shivering, too frightened to compose themselves.

Seeing this, Jinwu respectfully saluted towards the carriage, saying, "Reporting to Khan, it was too dark, and the carriage almost ran over someone."

Yelu Yan cleared his throat and gave a faint command, "Go and see."

"Yes!"

Upon receiving the order, Jinwu quickly dismounted, took a lantern from the iron hook on the carriage canopy, and moved forward to check.

The person was sprawled on the ground, dressed in tattered clothes, with a shoulder pole for carrying water askew beside him, and two wooden buckets rolled onto the ground, water spilled everywhere, seeping into the soil—it seemed the person had been unconscious for some time.

Testing the person’s breath with his hand, Jinwu returned to the carriage and saluted, "Reporting to Khan, judging by his clothes, the man seems to be a nearby farmer, still alive. It looks like he fainted while fetching water for irrigation."

Before Yelu Yan could speak, Li Xianyun’s pleasing voice came through, "Move him to a clean spot, and I will come down to treat him."

Jinwu couldn’t help but admire Li Xianyun. Without leaving the carriage, she already knew that the man was lying on the muddy road, as if she had seen it with her own eyes, compelling admiration from anyone.

Inside the carriage.

Li Xianyun clutched her chest, picked up the white cloth wrap thrown aside, and hesitated for a moment before handing it to Yelu Yan.

Although Li Xianyun was born with a delicate, willowy frame that seemed easy to bully, the places that should be voluptuous certainly were, with curves in all the right places, a figure blessed by the heavens, envied by many women who felt inferior.

When she first wore men’s clothing, the bulge in her chest and her waist, slender to exaggeration, made it obvious that she was a woman.

With no choice, Li Xianyun had to pick loose-fitting men’s clothes to wear and wrap her chest tightly with the long cloth wrap.

She did this every time she went out.

Just now, Yelu Yan, in his teasing, had torn open the cloth wrap and pulled it out, carelessly tossing it aside.

Now that she had to dismount to save someone, she had to wrap it up again; unwrapped, it was too conspicuous.

Yelu Yan took the wrap in hand, unfolded it on her chest, and naturally got a full appraisal of her.

Although the two had already shared a physical intimacy, being seen by him like this was embarrassing, her face blushed hot, her gaze innocently and helplessly shifted to the side, her clear eyes as lively as autumn waters, seeming deeply wronged.

This delicate demeanor always ignited Yelu Yan’s lust.

Li Xianyun pursed her rosy lips, wishing she could wrap it by herself and not let Yelu Yan interfere.

As Yelu Yan wrapped it, he started to lose control, his breath growing heavier. If it weren’t for people outside waiting for treatment, Yelu Yan didn’t know how many times he would have caressed her.

"Husband, hurry up," Li Xianyun glanced at him quickly, her voice soft.

"Why is it so easy to pull off, yet so difficult to wrap now?"

Li Xianyun truly didn’t know how to answer him.

Finally wrapped up, Yelu Yan closed her clothes and tied the belt for her, while Li Xianyun bent her head to straighten her lower garment, barely finished when she pushed open the door and walked out.

Yelu Yan followed out of the carriage with unfulfilled frustration.

Under the light, Li Xianyun saw a middle-aged man lying on the cold imperial road, his relatives would certainly be anxious and sad if they knew.

She gently lifted her skirt and squatted beside the unconscious man, not at all disdainful of his face smeared with dirt, gently moving his face with her tender, white hand, seeing his pallid complexion and faint breath.

Li Xianyun took his hand to check his pulse.

Yelu Yan stood next to her, looking down intently at her.

Li Xianyun was very serious and focused when she worked, her confident and calm charm was so beautiful it was hard to look away.