The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 392 - 391 Khan and the queen haven’t come out yet? (First update)

Chapter 392: 391 Khan and the queen haven’t come out yet? (First update)

Youlan and Jinwu were waiting in the courtyard, and Bater, seeing Youlan and Jinwu together, tactfully kept some distance from the two of them.

Jinwu took out a greaseproof paper bag from his bosom, containing two hot baked buns, and handed it to Youlan. His eyes shone as he watched her and he smiled, "Are you hungry?"

Because she had been fed so many times, Youlan was already used to it, took it from him, and smiled, "Thank you, Big Brother Jin."

She used to call Jinwu "Guard Jin," but as the saying goes, accepting someone’s kindness makes it hard to say no, and calling him "Guard Jin" became impossible, so she switched to "Big Brother Jin."

The first time she called him "Big Brother Jin," Jinwu’s face turned red all the way to the base of his neck, and the relationship between the two of them finally made that little bit of progress.

Youlan opened the greaseproof paper bag to look, took out a baked bun, and offered it to him, "Big Brother Jin, you eat too."

Jinwu was tall, with thick eyebrows and large eyes; he wasn’t exactly handsome, but his features were well-formed, giving off an honest and trustworthy vibe, the type women liked.

Jinwu looked down at her and brushed her small hand away with the back of his, smiling, "You eat, I’ve already eaten."

The skin of Youlan’s hand was soft and smooth, scalding Jinwu’s hand and sending tingles through it.

It’s said that servants often mirror their masters, and Jinwu, like his Khan, had previously shown no interest in matters of men and women, finding women bothersome. However, after spending a long time with Youlan, he didn’t know when he had started to harbor affection.

Youlan was oblivious to matters of the heart, and despite Jinwu’s obvious feelings, she remained clueless, cheerfully eating the baked bun, her round little face aglow with a bright smile.

"This is delicious, thank you, Big Brother Jin."

These few calls of "Big Brother Jin" made Jinwu’s heart blossom with joy, and he absently scratched the back of his head, looking endearingly simple and honest.

Youlan had finished all the baked buns brought by Jinwu, yet the Princess and the Khan still hadn’t come out.

The guards from the inner yard came again, a bunch of burly men with no clue how to handle five children.

They didn’t know how to speak gently; standing there, big and brawny, they frightened the children into crying, each of them hiding inside the house, scared and silent like little chicks startled.

The sight was truly pitiable.

Seeing this, Youlan had to go to the inner yard to soothe them.

With some effort, she coaxed the five children into eating their dinner, but when it came to bedtime, they refused.

The most frightening thing for people who had been scared is to go to sleep because that’s when nightmares occur.

The boy who had been treated for poisoning looked at Youlan and asked, "Sister, when will Goddess Sister come to see us?"

His sister had said that Li Xianyun was beautiful and gentle, and she had saved his life; she was like a goddess descended to earth.

Afterward, all five children started calling Li Xianyun "Goddess Sister."

Youlan looked toward the guard at the door, who shook his head at her.

The Princess and the Khan still hadn’t emerged from the room.

Asked too many times, Youlan had no choice but to say, "You wait here, I will go call Goddess Sister."

"That would be great."

Youlan arrived at the front courtyard and happened to see the door of the room where Li Xianyun was treating patients open.

Yelu Yan was opening the door with one hand while wrapping his other arm around Li Xianyun, looking down at her with a smile, appearing refreshed and clear-headed.

Seeing this, Youlan felt relieved. When she had seen the Khan enter, he looked upset, and she feared for her mistress thinking she was going to suffer, but when he came out, the Khan looked as if he had absorbed the essence of the universe, lively and invigorated, radiating pleasure.

Looking at her own mistress, her little face was rosy, as delicate as a lotus emerging from the water, lovely and captivating to the point where one couldn’t look away. Yet, for some reason, the mistress’s gaze was evasive, and she didn’t dare meet the Khan’s eyes.

In truth, Li Xianyun had indeed endured quite a bit.

Yelu Yan pinched her waist, moving up and down, never stopping.

When she felt she couldn’t take any more, he would stop, holding her tight, not withdrawing.

Li Xianyun, in a tender voice, said, "Husband, come out."

Yelu Yan turned his head to kiss her cheek and earlobe, saying, "It’ll be over soon."

After that intense moment had passed, Yelu Yan started to pinch her soft waist again, his mouth not staying idle either.

Yelu Yan buried his head in her chest and looked up to see her unable to contain herself.

He became more unrestrained with each time, and the intervals of rest grew gradually longer.

Li Xianyun felt his difference and timidly said, "Husband, I don’t want to get pregnant yet."

Her vengeance was not yet satisfied, nothing had settled, and there were many things to do; she truly couldn’t afford to bear a child for him.

Yelu Yan buried his head in her chest and murmured unclearly, "Your husband knows, don’t be afraid, hmm?"

Li Xianyun bit her rosy lips and gave a soft "hmm" in response.

Yelu Yan was already of an age to be established and as the ruler of a nation, he must have very much wanted his own child, but for her sake, he restrained himself every time.

Li Xianyun felt quite guilty, so she indulged him a bit more in matters of the bedchamber.

But today, he really was a bit too much, like a lion opening its mouth wide, never knowing satisfaction.

With such intermittent pauses, there seemed no end in sight.

So, during one of Yelu Yan’s countless moments of rests, Li Xianyun did not indulge him, but instead bit her teeth and hugged his neck tightly, sitting down heavily on his thighs several times.

Yelu Yan couldn’t endure such stimulation and let out a muffled "hmm," unyieldingly gripping her waist and moving with great intensity until, moments later, he lifted her up forcefully.

After a while, Yelu Yan finally put her down, looked up to kiss her lips, and said vaguely, "You little temptress."

Li Xianyun’s face was flushed, and the intensity had not yet subsided, leaving her tightly clasped in his hold, subject to his kisses.

When she finally relaxed, she gently pushed him away.

Yelu Yan looked at her with longing, having left her lips, his dark, deep eyes fixated on her.

Li Xianyun placed her hand on his shoulder and said tenderly, "Husband, it’s time to go out."

Yelu Yan "hmm"-ed and said, "The stains are on you; let me wipe them off for you."

He looked around for a soft towel to use.

Li Xianyun took out a handkerchief from her sleeve. "I’ll wipe it off myself."

Yelu Yan took it from her, wiping her little by little, tidying up her clothes and skirt, then lifted her to sit on the desk before he stooped to straighten up himself.

Li Xianyun, with a red face, looked away, not daring to look at him.

The small room was filled with a sense of decadence.

After Yelu Yan had tidied up and arranged his clothes, he lifted his eyes to see Li Xianyun sitting there limply, her flushed little face and watery eyes gazes into the distance, lost in thought.

Yelu Yan walked up to her, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, pressed close to her, and kissed the top of her head deeply. His rough fingers gently lifted her little face as he looked down into her eyes and asked with a smile, "What is it? Hmm?"

Li Xianyun hugged Yelu Yan’s strong waist and buried her little face into his solid chest.

"What to do? We’ll be found out. It’s all your fault."

Whenever he lost control, he would become heedless of time and circumstance.

Yelu Yan stroked her smooth little face with his hand, laughing and asking, "Do you still want the handkerchief?"

Li Xianyun pouted her lips, "Dirty, I certainly don’t want it."

Yelu Yan chuckled softly, "Do you despise your husband?"

"Hmm."

Li Xianyun, saying so, laughed first herself.