The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 409 - 408 I’m not that delicate (third update of the night)

Chapter 409: 408 I’m not that delicate (third update of the night)

Two horses pulled the carriage through the bustling streets, the wheels clattering and creaking as the carriage itself rocked back and forth.

Pedestrians made way, and the noise from the roadside squeezed through the cracks into the carriage.

Inside the carriage, an exceptionally handsome man and woman were tightly entwined.

Youlan, seated in Yelu Yan’s embrace, felt a chilly breeze throughout her body, already ventilated from all sides, yet her forehead was dripping with sweat.

Her brows were furrowed, her eyes tightly shut, her lips bitten hard, and her little face was as red as if it had been baked by flames.

The heat waves were intense, making it hard for one to maintain composure.

She couldn’t take it any longer.

But the man showed no sign of retreating.

Two rough hands gripped her slender waist, rising and falling with force.

Youlan truly couldn’t take it; occasionally, a few moans would slip out, thankfully sporadic and discreet enough to avoid suspicion.

By now, she was regretting everything deeply.

It was she who had initiated the tease; she had even gone so far as to start undressing Yelu Yan.

And now, she was reaping what she had sown.

At this rate, it was hard to tell when it would end; Youlan pled for mercy several times, but to no avail—Yelu Yan kept saying it was almost over, yet a long time had passed and he was nowhere near finishing.

With no options left, Youlan, suppressing the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to overtake her, kissed Yelu Yan’s lips, enticing him.

When she took the initiative, Yelu Yan tended to speed things up.

Yelu Yan didn’t miss a beat, kissing her and squeezing her waist simultaneously.

As Youlan kissed him, she couldn’t stop the "mmph" sounds from escaping her lips.

Upon hearing this, someone became even more eager to torment her.

Youlan clenched her teeth, enduring the sensations, kissing his cheeks and throat.

Whether human or beast, the throat is one of the most sensitive areas.

Sure enough, Yelu Yan eventually couldn’t resist anymore and plunged into a frenzy.

Youlan was forced to rise and fall without any strength left to kiss him.

Time passed unaccounted for, until Yelu Yan suddenly lifted her up, covering her with his rough hand, staining it completely.

Eventually, the tension left Yelu Yan’s body, and his muscles slowly relaxed.

He tilted his head to kiss Youlan’s lips, nuzzling them with an inexplicable desire.

"You should be thankful to your husband," he said.

Youlan’s waist felt like it was about to break, and yet she was supposed to thank him?

Seeing her resentful expression, Yelu Yan continued with a smile, "I originally planned to dirty you, but in the end, I went soft."

Youlan remembered his earlier threat to soil her with stains.

Yelu Yan found a soft cloth to clean off his hand and saw Youlan looking down, tidying her clothes. He raised his hand to stop her, "We still have some time before we return to the palace, let me thoroughly enjoy you."

He said, gazing at Youlan’s lips, "A kiss."

Fearing she might provoke him again, Youlan said, "Let’s wait until we return to the palace."

"Are you sure?" Yelu Yan asked with a smile.

It was a threat.

Youlan sighed softly and reluctantly pressed her lips against his.

The two kissed gently, little by little.

Youlan placed her hand over Yelu Yan’s rough one.

His large hand at her chest seemed almost overflowing, yet even such a big hand couldn’t fully encompass it.

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Finally, they arrived at the Imperial Palace.

Yelu Yan carried Youlan off the carriage horizontally.

Yelu Yan wrapped his cloak tightly around her, covering her head as well.

Youlan was drenched in sweat, as if she had been washed with water.

Yelu Yan feared she might catch a cold, so he wrapped her up a bit more snugly.

Following Li Xianyun’s request, Yelu Yan carried her straight to the bathroom, where Youlan had sent the clothes for changing.

Yelu Yan himself had intended to bathe with her, but Li Xianyun had a tough time earlier and no matter what, she refused to let Yelu Yan join her for a bath, refusing adamantly.

Having no choice, Yelu Yan had to go bathe in another bathroom.

Li Xianyun took out a letter from her sleeve and placed it on the small table next to the bathtub. She submerged herself in the water, leaned against the wall of the tub, and began to read the letter.

Yelu Yan was rather clingy—if he came back to the inner chamber, she would surely be smothered by his attention and wouldn’t be able to read the letters properly.

Li Xianyun first read the letters from Li Rui and Qiu Qianyun.

The couple asked her to take care of herself while outside, assuring her that everything was fine at home and that she shouldn’t worry, nor should she continue sending Silver Tael to Prince Rui’s Mansion.

Qiu Qianyun also asked her to tailor a few clothes for Yelu Yan and mentioned that if he was as good to her as the rumors suggested, she should also treat Yelu Yan well in return.

Giving without receiving can wear one down, even if the affection is strong—this was the wisdom of an experienced old couple.

Li Xianyun then took out the letters from Li Shaojun and Li Xianyi.

The siblings mainly talked about their diligence in their studies and how they had grown more sensible, capable of helping Li Rui and Qiu Qianyun with many things, asking her not to worry.

Li Xianyun read the letters with tears and laughter and went over them again twice.

She touched the familiar handwriting on the letters, imagining the scenes of them writing, longing to return to Prince Rui’s Mansion and reunite with them immediately.

After bathing, Yelu Yan returned to the inner chamber and found that Li Xianyun was not back yet, so he settled into the Warm Pavilion to deal with official duties.

After a long wait with no sign of Li Xianyun, he grew worried and strode to the door of the bathroom, asking, "Xianxian, are you done bathing?"

The door creaked open, and Li Xianyun, with hair cascading down to her waist, opened the door. Youlan had partially dried her hair, and her pale complexion was flushed red from the steam, looking moist like a ripe berry about to burst with juice.

Yelu Yan looked down at her intently, "Why have you taken so long to bathe?"

Li Xianyun, wringing her semi-dry hair, said that this way her hair would dry faster, "Really?"

"Yes."

Yelu Yan confirmed, then took hold of Li Xianyun’s small hand, indeed, it was chilly to the touch.

She truly was a worry.

He bent down and lifted Li Xianyun into his arms crosswise, "Your little hands are icy, what if you catch a chill?"

Li Xianyun leaned into his embrace, continuing to wring her hair, "I’m not that delicate, am I?"

"You’re not delicate? A little pressure and your skin turns red."

Li Xianyun clicked her tongue, "Can’t you be serious for once?"

"I am being serious."

Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun back to the inner chamber and tucked her into the bed.

But Li Xianyun didn’t want to stay under the covers; seeing the bundles of varying sizes on the desk, she was eager to inspect them.

Yelu Yan held her shoulder down, "Wait until you’ve warmed up, then go."

Li Xianyun had to give in and let Yelu Yan use a soft cloth to dry her hair, "Is everything from the carriage here?"

Yelu Yan hummed affirmatively as he dried her hair.

After a short while, Li Xianyun playfully complained, "Is it done yet?"

"Almost there."

But Li Xianyun couldn’t wait any longer. She pushed away Yelu Yan’s arm, slipped on her shoes, and went to the desk.

Yelu Yan could only follow behind, complaining, "You’re getting less and less obedient."

Looking down at the bundles, Li Xianyun said, "Earlier in the carriage, you said I was very well-behaved, and now you’re saying I’m not obedient. Ah, men really are fickle."

A sharp-tongued little girl.

Li Xianyun intended to call Youlan in to help tidy up, but Yelu Yan wouldn’t allow it.

"No need to call others when I’m here, just command me is fine."

So, Li Xianyun led him to take out the clothes and place them in the wardrobe, set up the rouge and powders on the dressing table, and arranged the pastries on the desk.

"Tomorrow, I’ll take a selection of each type of pastry and send a portion to grandmother, one to Yuchi Qian, and another to the Great Princess Consort. My lord, is there anyone else you’d like to send something to?"