The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 338: Princess Consort simply doesn’t like you (Second Update)

Chapter 338: Princess Consort simply doesn’t like you (Second Update)

Ji Chuchu stood as still as a stone, watching Li Xianyun leave nimbly with her entourage.

Just then, she heard the sound of footsteps by her side and turned her head to see the tall and handsome man.

Several close guards followed him.

Ji Chuchu couldn’t help but feel surprised; Yelu Yan usually walked around the palace with no more than two or three guards.

He brought more today, almost as if he was about to arrest someone.

However, at this moment, her heart was full of glee, and she had no desire to think further.

She hoped Yelu Yan had heard her conversation with Li Xianyun.

This was the woman he deeply loved, who could so easily push him towards another, clearly not holding any affection for him.

Ji Chuchu knelt on the ground and greeted him with a bow, "Greetings, Khan."

Yelu Yan’s face was gloomy, he said nothing but turned to look at the guard beside him.

Immediately, two guards saluted him with folded arms, stepped forward, grabbed Ji Chuchu’s arms from behind, and restrained her.

Ji Chuchu was horrified and tried to break free, but she couldn’t shake them off.

She bravely said, "Khan, why is this? Is it just because I spoke a few words with the Queen?"

Ji Chuchu’s feelings for Yelu Yan were complex, filled with affection, respect, and fear.

This was the first time she had spoken to him so boldly.

Yelu Yan said coldly, "Did you really think you could fool the heavens with the assassination at the Luancheng Inn?"

The Luancheng Inn was the same Gucheng Inn where Li Xianyun had encountered Murong Ce.

At that time, there were two groups of assassins, one belonging to Murong Ce, and the other sent by Ji Chuchu herself.

Upon hearing this, Ji Chuchu sat down on the ground in despair, looking up at the man she had admired for so many years.

She had thought her plotting was flawless, but he had discovered it nonetheless.

In this world, he seemed capable of achieving the impossible.

"How did you know?" she asked.

Yelu Yan said chillingly, "Those who attempted to assassinate the Queen, I will let none escape."

The intense murderous intent in his eyes made people shudder.

Ji Chuchu forced a smile, with tears nearly breaking free.

Yelu Yan must indeed love Li Xianyun to such a devastating degree.

She had been so naive, thinking that if she just tried hard and fought for what she wanted, she could achieve anything.

Reality, however, had dealt her a harsh blow—some people, no matter how hard you try, you can never have; some things, no matter how much effort you put forth, you can never accomplish.

Yelu Yan said calmly, "Jinwu, issue the order. Shuoping Princess conspired to assassinate the Queen. Strip her of the title of Shuoping Princess, remove her from her position as the deputy commander of the Huben Camp, demote her to a commoner, and send her to the Kunlun Mountains immediately. Without my orders, she shall not leave the Kunlun Mountains for the rest of her life."

The Kunlun Mountains were truly a bitterly cold place, so harsh in conditions that the soldiers stationed there had to rotate every five years.

And she was to never leave there for the rest of her life.

What difference was there from killing her?

Yelu Yan did not look at her again but walked away towards the direction where Li Xianyun had left.

He was off to find that woman again.

Ji Chuchu watched Yelu Yan’s retreating figure, suddenly knelt straight up, and cried out hoarsely.

"Khan, you must have heard what I said to the Queen just now. She won’t stop you from taking concubines. The Queen doesn’t like you at all. If she did, how could she willingly share you with another woman?"

Yelu Yan paused for a moment, then left even faster.

Li Xianyun returned to the Khan Palace to change into casual clothes. There was still some time before dinner, so she went to the flower trellis to tend to the plants.

She emptied the water that seeped out from the bottom of the goosefoot plant pot and grabbed a watering can to water the other flowers.

It was at this moment that Yelu Yan arrived in the inner chamber.

He stood at the doorway, fixedly watching that small, delicate figure, his expression unreadable.

After a while, Yelu Yan stepped forward, leaned over from behind, and wrapped Li Xianyun in his arms, burying his face deeply in the nape of her fragrant neck.

Li Xianyun laughed due to the tickling sensation and said, "You’re back."

Yelu Yan buried his face in the crook of her neck, rubbing and kissing it, not forgetting to let out a soft "hmm" in the process.

"How come you’re back so early?" Li Xianyun asked with a smile while continuing to water her flowers.

It was not yet the time for lunch, and he was supposed to be handling official duties at this hour.

Yelu Yan kissed her delicate, swan-like neck bit by bit, pressing his handsome face gently against hers, "There wasn’t much to do at court, so I came back early."

Li Xianyun lifted her hand to swat at the big hand wrapped around her waist and spoke in a coy voice, "Let go, I’m watering the plants. I’ll keep you company once I’m done."

Everybody said that Yelu Yan spoiled her rotten, but in truth, she doted and indulged him just as much.

Yelu Yan tightened his iron arm, giving Li Xianyun a firm hug before taking the watering can from her hands, "Let your husband do it."

Li Xianyun looked up at Yelu Yan.

Light streamed through the window panes, passing through the foliage and casting a dappled glow on his face.

It made his handsome features seem more earthly, and the man himself appeared gentler.

After watering just one pot, Yelu Yan turned to look at Li Xianyun, "Are you feeling better?"

"Mhm, it doesn’t hurt anymore."

Neither of them spoke further, one focusing on watering and one feeling somewhat uneasy.

Li Xianyun pursed her lips slightly. Yelu Yan was so good to her, yet when Ji Chuchu asked, she had entertained the thought of leaving him.

How would he feel if he knew about it?

It would hurt him, no doubt.

After he finished watering the flowers, Yelu Yan pulled Li Xianyun into his embrace.

He gazed down at her tenderly, cupping her smooth cheek with his hand, his thumb resting on her soft, rosy lips.

His lips held a smile, but Li Xianyun could tell he was not happy.

Yelu Yan’s emotions were usually very stable, seldom wavering like this.

Li Xianyun’s lips parted slightly, "My lord, what’s wrong? Has something happened?"

"Nothing. I just missed you," he said.

As he said this, Yelu Yan bent his large body down, viciously capturing her rosy lips with his own, lightly nibbling and teasing.

Li Xianyun had thought that because her monthly affliction left her feeling unwell, he would restrain himself, but unexpectedly, he raised his hand to pinch her lips, forcing her mouth open.

"Mmm..."

The sound of water mixed with Li Xianyun’s soft "mmm" surpassed the most exquisite melody in the world.

Yelu Yan held her tightly in one arm, while his other hand cradled her nape, making it all the more comfortable to kiss her.

Li Xianyun, pressed by him, tilted her body back, her small hands helplessly clutching at his robe.

Yelu Yan kissed her more eagerly, his breathing grew short and rapid, and he looked set to lose control.

When Yelu Yan moved up to her ear, Li Xianyun finally caught a chance to breathe and said with heaving breaths, "My lord, my monthly bleeding has come."

"Hmm."

He heard her, but still did as he wished.

Kissing her, nibbling on her, his hands continuously mischievous.

Li Xianyun slowly closed her eyes—today he was in a bad mood, so she let him be.

Yelu Yan hugged her tightly, lifting her entire body, and buried his face against her chest, nuzzling back and forth.

Li Xianyun bit her lip lightly, a gesture that she found hard to suppress, and with a blushing face, she whispered softly, "My lord."

Yelu Yan raised his head to kiss her lips, his hand however remained on her chest.

After a few tugs, a cool sensation flowed over her chest.

He let go of her lips and bent his head down, his hands cradling her.

The warm autumn sunlight fell on her porcelain skin, making it shine brightly, blindingly white.

Yelu Yan leaned down to take her in.

"Mmm..."

Li Xianyun let out a soft "mmm," biting her lip as she held his head tightly, her clothes slipping down in the process.