The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 414 - 413 Husband Feeling Unwell (First Update)

Chapter 414: 413 Husband Feeling Unwell (First Update)

Li Xianyun pulled several letters from her sleeve and handed them to Sheng Heng.

"Please trouble Brother Sheng to deliver these letters to my father and mother," she said.

"Okay," Sheng Heng replied, taking them.

"Brother Sheng," Li Xianyun continued, "the Khan and I have also prepared some travel expenses and gifts for you, which will be placed in your carriage shortly."

Sheng Heng declined, "No need, we’ve known each other since childhood; why be so formal?"

Yelu Yan, standing between them, frowned slightly. Was he showing off his long-standing acquaintance with Li Xianyun?

Yelu Yan had thought that after what Li Xianyun said to him yesterday, Sheng Heng would give up, but from the way he just looked at her, Yelu Yan knew Sheng Heng still held onto his obsession with Li Xianyun.

A man who believes he has given much to Li Xianyun yet has gained nothing can easily become extreme.

Li Xianyun also detected the deeper meaning in Sheng Heng’s words and responded with a slight parting of her red lips, "I regard Brother Sheng as my own brother. There’s a saying that clear accounts make for good ties between brothers. Brother Sheng has helped me so much, how could the Khan and I not show our gratitude?"

In fact, she hadn’t known him since childhood; she only met Sheng Heng when she came to Chang’an at the age of thirteen with her parents to seek medical treatment.

Upon hearing her words, Sheng Heng’s expression turned even worse, as though he had contracted a serious illness.

How could Li Xianyun not know that he would be heartbroken?

But indecision in such matters leads to chaos; emotional entanglements should not be dragged out, they need to be cut swiftly and decisively.

Yelu Yan gently squeezed Li Xianyun’s small hand, indicating his approval of her recent words.

He said to Sheng Heng, "Xianxian is right, just accept them, Master Sheng. Moreover, I will send thirty Khitan warriors to escort you back to Chang’an."

Cen Cong’s face lit up with joy at the news. With these experts as escorts, their journey was sure to be safe.

But Sheng Heng replied, "Thank you for the Khan’s kind offer, but my servant here is highly skilled in martial arts. With him by my side, I have nothing to fear."

To have Yelu Yan send protection was to imply his weakness, how was that different from humiliating him?

Was this to show him that he wasn’t worthy to compete with Yelu Yan for a woman?

A warrior can be killed but not insulted; he mustn’t let Yelu Yan succeed.

Cen Cong felt a chill in his heart. Had the eldest son forgotten the horrors of last night so quickly?

Yelu Yan spoke dispassionately to Sheng Heng, "My actions are not for your benefit. The journey from Shangjing to Chang’an is fraught with peril. I do this to put Xianxian and our parents at ease. To assuage the worries of those around you, Master Sheng, please do not refuse."

With such words spoken, it was difficult for Sheng Heng to further object.

Li Xianyun offered some parting words of care to Sheng Heng, and the group descended from the pavilion.

Li Xianyun had the items moved from her own carriage to Sheng Heng’s.

When it was time to depart, a grand carriage arrived.

The coachman jumped down and bowed to Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun, "Greetings to the Khan, greetings to the Princess Consort."

Li Xianyun looked up at Yelu Yan with puzzlement.

Yelu Yan, encircling her waist, smiled, "These are the gifts I’ve prepared for our parents and siblings."

"But you had already prepared them this morning, and I have had them placed in Brother Sheng’s carriage," she said.

Yelu Yan smiled, "How could that small amount suffice? We must show our parents the full extent of my sincerity."

Watching the two of them cling to each other, Sheng Heng felt stifled, as if a heavy stone weighed upon his chest, making it hard to breathe.

He looked at Li Xianyun and declared, "Xianxian, I’m leaving."

"Mm, Brother Sheng, take care."

"You take care as well."

After saying this, Sheng Heng bowed to Yelu Yan and boarded his carriage.

The two carriages slowly set in motion, surrounded by the thirty highly skilled warriors handpicked by Yelu Yan.

After traveling some distance, Sheng Heng lifted a corner of the curtain at the back of his carriage and saw Yelu Yan whisper something to Li Xianyun, who was looking up at him.

The two were extremely close in appearance.

Sheng Heng let down the curtain, his eyes deep and remote.

A trace of malicious thought wandered through his mind:

Xianxian, for you, I defied my family and strived for honors. I almost got killed by Murong Ce for standing up for you, now ending up neither man nor woman, not human nor ghost.

I paid so much for you, why won’t you even spare me a glance?

For you, I’ve had sleepless nights and endured days of torment, yet you are making merry day and night with another man, living a life of ease and comfort.

Xianxian, how can you do this to me?

Cen Cong was driving the carriage outside, and Sheng Heng was alone inside.

Suddenly, like a madman, he pulled out the gift Yelu Yan had prepared for the Prince’s Mansion.

The gifts were many and precious, each one fitting the receiver’s heart.

Truly, the gifts were thoughtfully prepared.

Sheng Heng threw all the gifts onto the ground in one motion, making a muffled sound.

Jewels and rouge scattered everywhere, while brushes, ink, paper, inkstone, and precious weapons lay chaotically on the ground.

Cen Cong thought something had happened and hastily turned to ask, "Young Master, are you alright?"

Sheng Heng replied coldly, "I’m fine."

Cen Cong was stunned for a moment. The Young Master was always gentle and refined, never having shown anger towards anyone. But today, the voice sounded really strange, very cold, as if he had become someone else.

However, it was understandable at the moment. After all, the woman he had been infatuated with for years was with another man, and they were so loving. Even someone with a good temper couldn’t bear it.

The Young Master was truly pitiable.

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Li Xianyun finally managed to coax Yelu Yan back to the palace and continued seeing patients at the medical hall.

Yelu Yan had claimed to be feeling unwell and insisted that Li Xianyun accompany him back to the palace.

Seeing Yelu Yan as strong as an ox, with a ruddy complexion, nowhere near the look of a sick person, Li Xianyun refused to go back.

With so many critically ill patients waiting desperately, how could she let them down?

Yelu Yan was very clingy, and good at it too.

First, he made her comfortable in the carriage.

Kissing her, lingering on her chest, his rough hands wandered down, repeatedly teasing.

Li Xianyun was rendered soft and pleading for mercy in his arms.

Under normal circumstances, Li Xianyun would have given in already, but treating patients was important. How could she neglect it and be inconsistent?

Wouldn’t the reputation that Xuanyi Pavilion had slowly built be ruined overnight?

Yelu Yan tried every trick in the book to entice her but to no avail, then looked at her with his dark, pool-like eyes, filled with disappointment, as if she had committed some unforgivable sin.

This amused Li Xianyun. She held Yelu Yan’s face, kissing him and whispering in his ear to placate him.

Outside the carriage were people; it was not good to let them overhear.

Yelu Yan refused to agree to any terms, and even with a touch of grievance, he said, "Others’ illnesses are illnesses, your husband’s illness is not an illness? There’s no such thing as being lazy at home and industrious outside, is there?"

Seeing that she really couldn’t coax him, Li Xianyun grew somewhat impatient and stopped trying, stating firmly, "I’m not going back to the palace today; if you want to be angry, then be angry."

Witnessing Li Xianyun struggling like a little hedgehog, trying to get off his legs, Yelu Yan held her tightly and looked down at her with a smile.

"Xianxian, every time your husband gets a bit angry, you get even angrier. In the end, your husband has to compromise and soothe you. You really have your husband wrapped around your finger."

Li Xianyun made a "hmpf" sound and didn’t want to deal with him.