The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 339 - 338 He is pleading with her (first update).

Chapter 339: 338 He is pleading with her (first update).

Yelu Yan buried his head deeply in Li Xianyun’s chest, one hand gripping her tightly while the other incessantly fondled.

Li Xianyun truly had a figure that was impressive, her waist exceedingly slim yet the prominent parts remarkably so.

When Yelu Yan’s large hands spread wide, he still couldn’t grasp it all.

Li Xianyun was being held so tightly by Yelu Yan, her toes barely touching the ground.

This man was simply too strong.

Li Xianyun lost her balance and could only look up to tightly embrace his head.

Suddenly, Yelu Yan scooped Li Xianyun up horizontally and briskly walked toward the bed.

Li Xianyun’s attire was mostly undone, and with his every step, her garments fluttered open, the sight so bashful that she hurriedly raised her pale hand to close them.

Yet she heard a chuckle above her head, "You’ll have to open it later anyway, so why bother?"

Li Xianyun gave him a sidelong glance, clutched her clothes, and buried her blushing face in his broad and strong embrace.

The laughter in Yelu Yan’s eyes grew thicker, and he lowered his head to gently press his face against her small head.

He adored Li Xianyun so much, he didn’t know how to pamper her enough.

When they reached the bed, Yelu Yan securely placed Li Xianyun onto it, bent down to remove her shoes, then straightened up and began to undress himself.

Li Xianyun pulled a quilt over her body, already feeling drafts from all directions.

Li Xianyun caught sight of Yelu Yan’s actions and, alarmed, her face flushed as she said, "Husband, I am unwell, we must not."

Yelu Yan chuckled huskily, "Even as a brute, I wouldn’t do such a thing."

He loved her too much to harm her body when protecting her was barely enough.

Li Xianyun pulled the quilt higher, up to her neck, leaving only her little head exposed, puzzled and softly asking, "Then why are you undressing?"

Yelu Yan’s large hand didn’t stop, forcefully tugging a few times.

It was then Li Xianyun realized that when he was undressing her, he had been very gentle.

People who had been in the military for long were rough and crude, having developed the mannerisms of a coarse man.

In just a few moments, Yelu Yan’s sturdy chest was exposed.

Though it was not her first time seeing it, the crisscrossing scars on his chest still struck a chord of horror.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but feel heartache; this man’s life had been far too challenging.

Everyone knew Yelu Yan was like a king of hell, invincible and victorious in battle, terrifying his enemies.

It seemed as if he was always untouchable.

But they forgot that everything he had was fought for with every strike, every blow, every battle.

Yelu Yan, wearing a mischievous smile, said, "Husband wants to be open and close with you."

Is "open" supposed to be used like that?

At his words, Li Xianyun felt a rush of heat, her ears burning intensely.

She laid on the soft pillow looking at him, and faced with his fiery gaze, she ultimately turned her little face aside, defeated.

In just a moment, Yelu Yan had lifted the quilt and sneaked in.

Li Xianyun was startled, raising her hand to wrap it around his head through the quilt.

"Husband, huh..."

Being partly concealed was more tantalizing than full exposure.

Suddenly, unable to bear it, Li Xianyun closed her eyes tightly, biting her lips, while her pale hands clutched the quilt, gripping ever tighter.

After a while, Yelu Yan’s half-head emerged from under the quilt, holding her close, pressing tightly against her.

He kissed her neck, nuzzled her, and pressed his lips to hers.

Accustomed to their intimacy under the bright daylight, Li Xianyun wasn’t surprised, but today’s Yelu Yan was somewhat different.

He tried every possible way to please her.

He was such a strong and stoic man, yet he lowered himself so much.

The contrast was so great that it both shocked and pained a little.

But women who pity men are somewhat foolish.

Li Xianyun had her own principles of conduct, detached from worldly affairs, calm and self-contained.

Yet, in this moment of deep affection, Li Xianyun felt a bit of pity for the man above her.

Just as her mind was empty, completely under his control, Yelu Yan raised his flushed face to look at her, tenderly caressing her cheeks with the rough pads of his fingers.

"Xianxian, do you love your husband?"

Tickled by his touch, Li Xianyun replied sweetly, "I do."

Yelu Yan pressed his lips deeply against hers, passionately sweeping over them.

After a while, Yelu Yan raised his head again, his voice hoarse as he asked, "Xianxian, your husband won’t take an Imperial Concubine and will remain chaste, not entangling with other women. Please don’t leave your husband, alright?"

Li Xianyun was stunned, her consciousness slowly returning; it seemed he had heard her conversation with Ji Chuchu.

No wonder his expression had been so strange before, wearing a smile yet still radiating an unhappy, broken feeling.

Indeed, Yelu Yan was a master at discerning hearts, figuring out just through her use of the words "won’t" that it would be time for her to leave him if he took an Imperial Concubine.

Seeing Li Xianyun stunned, Yelu Yan quickly explained, "Your husband did not intentionally eavesdrop on your conversation."

He was loving her so gingerly, fearing she would be angry.

Yelu Yan had learned that morning that one group of assassins at the Luancheng inn had been sent by Ji Chuchu, and his immediate question to Jinwu was, "Where is my princess consort?"

Jinwu replied truthfully, "The princess consort is at the Imperial Medical Bureau teaching medicine to the Imperial Physician and the medical officers."

He had now formed the habit of always keeping track of the princess consort’s whereabouts, as the Khan would ask at any moment.

A guard thought of something and added, "The Shuoping Princess also went to the Imperial Medical Bureau, saying she was getting medicine for her brother."

Upon hearing this, Yelu Yan’s brows furrowed suddenly, his face darkening like the sky during a sudden storm—gloomy, with a frightening sharpness in his eyes.

He stood up abruptly from the Taishi Chair, and the chair toppled to the ground with a loud crash due to his hasty movement.

All the guards and eunuchs were terrified, watching as their Khan strode quickly outwards, thinking something momentous had occurred, the guards hurriedly following.

Yelu Yan moved as if flying, not knowing how he reached the Imperial Medical Bureau, the fear of Li Xianyun being harmed cutting his heart like a blade.

His Xianxian, his tender and delicate Xianxian...

It seemed in an instant, Yelu Yan, with his entourage, approached the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Just as he reached the entrance of the Imperial Medical Bureau, he heard the conversation between Li Xianyun and Ji Chuchu.

Yelu Yan abruptly halted his steps; he couldn’t say he hadn’t intended to listen.

But he didn’t dare tell her, afraid she would be angry.

Upon hearing this, Li Xianyun raised her delicate arms, her hands cradling his handsome cheeks, "So you were sad because of what I said?"

"A little," he admitted.

Who wouldn’t want the woman they deeply love to cling to and dominate them?

Yet he loved Li Xianyun so much, he could only afford to be a little sad.

So humble, but what could be done? He was already used to it.

Li Xianyun was so wonderful, loved by so many, and he just happened to take the lead in marrying her, which was how he got her.

He always felt insecure about his age and his stiff and boring nature.

Who says only men fall out of love? Women could too.

What if one day Li Xianyun grew tired of him, or fancied a better-looking man?

Yelu Yan didn’t dare to keep thinking about it.

He paused and continued his earlier words, "Xianxian, if your husband stays chaste and keeps away from other women, you won’t leave your husband, right?"

His voice was pleading and uncertain, bearing a cautiously vulnerable appearance.