The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 328 - 327, Am I really that boring in your eyes? (First Update)

Chapter 328: 327, Am I really that boring in your eyes? (First Update)

Yelu Yan seldom felt so helpless, and the few times he did, it was always about something related to Li Xianyun.

However, he believed that with human effort, there must be someone in the world who could cure Li Xianyun’s ailment.

With this thought, Yelu Yan suppressed all his emotions; he didn’t want his worries to affect Li Xianyun.

Yelu Yan scooped a spoonful of ginger soup, tasted it himself first—it was a bit hot and carried the distinctive spiciness of ginger.

Li Xianyun, leaning against the soft pillows, parted her lips slightly, "Husband, ginger soup should be drunk while it’s hot. Give it to me."

But Yelu Yan didn’t give it to her, "Let me feed you."

He said, scooping another spoonful and bringing it to Li Xianyun’s lips.

Li Xianyun took it in her mouth, and looking at his cautious and dazed expression, she comforted him, "Husband, I’m fine, you don’t need to worry."

Yelu Yan hummed in response, feeding her the ginger soup spoonful by spoonful, occasionally picking up a soft cloth to wipe the water stains that accidentally stuck to her mouth, his actions extremely gentle.

Having drunk a bowl of ginger soup, Li Xianyun finally felt a trace of warmth. The pain from her lower abdomen was still searingly sharp, but the ginger soup had alleviated it slightly.

Yelu Yan put down the bowl and saw that Li Xianyun wanted to lie down, so he embraced her and gently laid her on the bed, covering her with the quilt.

Li Xianyun placed the silk-embroidered hand stove on her lower abdomen, the warmth on her belly making it somewhat more bearable.

Yelu Yan lay beside Li Xianyun, stretching out his arm to hold her in his arms, and took the hand stove from her hands to keep her stomach warm. He then lowered his head to kiss the top of her head, urging her, "Close your eyes and sleep for a while, you won’t feel so bad once you fall asleep."

He truly didn’t know how to relieve her pain, his words betraying a sense of helplessness.

"Hmm."

Li Xianyun obediently closed her eyes and snuggled closer into Yelu Yan’s embrace; his body was as warm as a furnace, making it very comfortable to sleep in his arms.

But her stomach really hurt, how could she possibly sleep?

Li Xianyun nuzzled her head into the crook of Yelu Yan’s arm, and on opening her eyes, she saw he was staring back at her. She let out a light laugh, her voice lazy, "Husband, you have important affairs to take care of, you should sleep early."

"I’m not tired, I want to watch you sleep," Yelu Yan said. "Otherwise, I can sing a song for you to listen to."

Li Xianyun was so startled she lifted her head, pulling at her lower abdomen and inadvertently furrowing her brow, letting out a soft hiss of pain.

Yelu Yan’s expression changed immediately, his brows furrowing deeply, his dark eyes growing more intense with a wish that the pain were on him instead.

After the bout of pain had somewhat subsided, Li Xianyun, with a pale face, curved her lips upward, "Husband, I’m fine, don’t worry."

She paused for a moment, then said, "Husband, can you sing?"

The Khitan people were good at singing and dancing. On her journeys to and from Tianshui County to Shangjing, Li Xianyun often heard the clear and distant singing of the herdsmen.

The boundless sky, the melodious tunes mingling with the sunlight, carried by the breeze, and wrapped in the scent of grass, drifted far and wide, leaving listeners immensely delighted and moved.

But Yelu Yan, so reserved and detached down to his bones, really didn’t fit with the image of someone who sang.

That’s why she was so surprised.

Yelu Yan was amused, "What, can I only lead troops in battle and handle official duties in the court? Am I not allowed to sing? Not allowed to play the lute?"

Li Xianyun’s eyes went wide, "You can play the lute, too?"

Yelu Yan laughed, "In your eyes, am I that boring?"

"How could that be?" Li Xianyun smiled.

She longed to laugh freely and heartily, but her body simply wouldn’t allow it; any exertion pulled at her abdomen, causing even more pain.