The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 391 - 390 Husband has a plan in mind (second update)

Chapter 391: 390 Husband has a plan in mind (second update)

Yelu Yan was amused and let go of her hand, saying, "I’m not forbidding you from kissing me. Just think about the last time I didn’t eat well, and how upset it made you. I just want you to eat properly so you won’t wear yourself out, understand?"

Originally, she wanted to bring up the matter of "an official cannot ignore the sovereign’s orders when on an assignment," but seeing her pouting lips made it impossible for him to continue, so he only mentioned what was crucial.

"I understand, I understand. So, may I kiss you now?"

"Mmm."

Li Xianyun lowered her head, cupped his face, and kissed him messily, her lips landing on his Adam’s apple.

At least she was allowed to kiss him.

Yelu Yan let Li Xianyun kiss his throat while his own hands were busy fondling and pinching around her body, fanning the flames of desire.

Li Xianyun’s lips were indeed tender and soft, not just kissing but also nibbling on him.

Eventually, Yelu Yan could no longer resist. He cupped her small face with one hand and kissed her punishingly, not allowing Li Xianyun any chance to breathe.

After lingering on her lips for a long time, Yelu Yan moved to kiss her earlobe and neck.

Li Xianyun, with her eyes half-closed, said softly, "My lord, do not leave any marks."

As Yelu Yan kissed her, he said, indistinctly, "I am fully aware, do not worry."

"Mmm hmm."

Li Xianyun gently closed her eyes, feeling his domineering and somewhat wild intimacy.

After what seemed an eternity, Li Xianyun only felt a cool breeze on her chest and the clothing on her shoulders was about to slip off.

Li Xianyun hurriedly held onto her shoulder garment, saying timidly, "My lord, it’s time to leave. We’ve spent too much time inside, and it might raise suspicions."

The room they were in was a western chamber, divided with thick partitions.

There were doors, but no windows.

To protect the privacy of patients and to prevent disturbing each physician’s consultations, Li Xianyun had specially chosen thick and tight partitions, which could block most of the outside noise.

But even the most secure partitions could not completely muffle the sounds from outside.

It was now the time when the medical officials and Imperial Physicians were finishing their work.

Bater said to an Imperial Physician, "The Princess Consort wants you to tidy up your things and go receive today’s consultation Silver Taels, and then you may leave by carriage."

"Silver Taels?" The physician could hardly believe it.

"The Princess Consort said that she wouldn’t let your hard work go unpaid. Today, each person from the Imperial Medical Bureau will receive fifty Silver Taels. Other palace servants and guards will also receive their share of Silver Taels, though not as much as yours."

"Fifty Taels? That is a lot!"

Fifty taels were several months’ salary for the Imperial Medical Bureau, and to earn that in one day was indeed surprising.

It was widely rumored in the palace that serving the Princess Consort meant having meat to eat, and everyone was eager to accompany the Princess Consort out of the palace. Now they finally knew why.

Bater continued, "After you return today, discuss with the Chief of the Imperial Medical Bureau to see how many are willing to leave the palace for consultations. If many wish to come, then rotate shifts, but the quality of their medical skills must be up to standard. The Princess Consort said that the people come to Xuanyi Pavilion for its superior medical skills, and she will not allow the Pavilion’s reputation to be tarnished by incompetence, nor the people’s hearts to be disappointed."

"Indeed, it should be so," the physician agreed.

Other people’s conversations came through fitfully afterward.

Li Xianyun, her clothes mostly undone, hugged Yelu Yan’s head and gently bit her lip.

With people coming and going outside, and the endless chatter, who would have thought that she and Yelu Yan were behaving so absurdly in this consultation room?

The mere thought of it brought on a sense of shame, but for some inexplicable reason, she also felt a thrilling sense of sinful excitement.

This sneaking around somehow felt much more delightful than fooling around in the inner chamber.

The moment this thought crossed her mind, Li Xianyun’s face couldn’t help but blush with embarrassment.

She must be going mad to have such crazy and shameless thoughts.

Yelu Yan reached down and tenderly covered her.

Li Xianyun was terrified and hurriedly pushed his hand away, "My lord, stop, don’t do that."

Yelu Yan released the enticing flesh and, with moistened lips, looked up at her, yet his hands did not stay still.

His strength was immense; if he had no will to leave, there was nothing Li Xianyun could do about it. So, with a trembling voice, she called out, "My lord."

"Didn’t you want me? Or was it just empty talk?" Yelu Yan teased her with a mischievous smile.

When Li Xianyun couldn’t push him away and could no longer endure, not wanting him to see such a humiliating side of herself, she could only lift her hand to cover his eyes.

"Take your hand away," Yelu Yan coaxed her, his hand moving forcefully.

"Don’t, mmm..."

"Are you not going to remove it? Hmm?" Yelu Yan seemed especially patient at that moment.

Li Xianyun’s voice was fragmented, "Don’t, mmm..."

At this time, Yelu Yan was the worst of the worst, stubborn and overbearing, doing as he pleased.

In the end, Li Xianyun could no longer endure and removed the small hand covering his eyes. She helplessly placed it on his solid, muscular shoulder, casting her gaze aside, not daring to look into his eyes.

Yelu Yan looked up at her with a lovesick gaze.

"Xianxian, you’ve rested for two days now. Comfort your husband, hmm?"

He hadn’t touched her all of yesterday, nor during the day today; but it hadn’t even been two days.

Li Xianyun wanted to argue, but felt somewhat powerless.

His gaze burned into her, leaving Li Xianyun feeling so ashamed she wished she could disappear.

Seeing the moment was right, Yelu Yan’s hand moved swiftly as a shadow.

And his voice carried forth.

Li Xianyun was mortified beyond belief. Moments later, she suddenly clung to Yelu Yan’s neck, pressing her head tightly against him.

Li Xianyun, who was recovering from a bodily injury and sensitive to cold, found his face and neck to be warm, making it very comfortable for her to lean against.

Yelu Yan’s hand rested there, acutely aware of her vulnerability.

And of course, he wasn’t feeling much better himself, reminiscent of a gloomy sky heavy with pent-up energy that needed a torrential rain to be relieved.

The two embraced for a while. Once Li Xianyun had relaxed her entire body, Yelu Yan’s hand resumed its movement.

Only this time, the interval was very short. Li Xianyun cried out for mercy, "Husband, no, please."

She was truly too delicate, so much so she seemed to exude drops of water.

Yelu Yan’s hand slid beneath her clothes.

Li Xianyun went limp in his embrace, hugging his neck without even the strength to resist.

Yelu Yan whispered something in her ear and, turning his head to look at her with a smile, said, "What should we do about this?"

Li Xianyun, too embarrassed to look at him, buried her face in his neck.

Yelu Yan planted a kiss on her ear and coaxed softly, "Dear."

Li Xianyun’s weak spot having been taken advantage of, she paused for a moment before reluctantly raising her head.

Yelu Yan, looking up, kissed her lips, one arm holding her and the other pulling at his own clothes.

The rustling sounds filled the air.

Before long, Yelu Yan, gripping her waist, brought disorder. Precious beauty trembled before his eyes, shining brightly and unsteadily.

The voices from outside trickled in. The partition muffled them, making the sounds faint, but if one listened carefully, it was still possible to discern the words.

"Sister Youlan, those children are pestering to see the Khan’s wife."

As the Khan’s favorite consort, the Khan’s wife was highly favored, and as a close maid, Sister Youlan was regarded highly by the palace folk and respectfully addressed as ’sister.’

In reality, Youlan was the same age as Li Xianyun, at only eighteen, and the guard speaking was much older than her. How could he tolerate being addressed as "sister"?

At first, Youlan had been uncomfortable when those older than her called her "sister," but having been addressed this way so often, she grew accustomed to it.

Youlan replied, "The Khan and the Khan’s wife are speaking inside. When the Khan’s wife comes out, I will inform her. Please comfort those five children for now."

"Understood."

Li Xianyun bit her lip to prevent herself from making any noise. She and Yelu Yan were not merely talking; who talks like that?

Yelu Yan, his face flushed, looked up at her. Seeing her lost in thought, he pinched her waist dissatisfiedly and moved forcefully once again.

Li Xianyun felt as if she was about to pass out from the sensation, let out a sound, and then quickly bit her lip again.

Yelu Yan leaned in to kiss her lips, and after a long moment, they parted. He looked at her and said, "Xianxian, don’t hold back. They won’t hear."

Li Xianyun, her cheeks flushed, shook her head in refusal, biting her lip.

Separated by a single wall, how could they possibly not hear if she let herself go?