The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 430 - 429 I might as well go up the mountain and become an immortal (first update)

Chapter 430: 429 I might as well go up the mountain and become an immortal (first update)

Li Xianyun spent half a day treating patients at the Xuanyi Pavilion, and after attending to those with serious conditions, she had lunch there at 11 AM. She then took her entourage and returned to the palace to continue preparations for the autumn hunt the next day.

She reviewed and took inventory of all the items they would need, including cakes, fruits, preserved fruits, raisins... as well as objects for the ladies’ entertainment, one by one.

She let the maids and palace servants, who would serve at the hunting grounds, practice a few more times and instructed them on some details.

The guards, well-managed by Jinwu and other Commanders of the Guards, didn’t require her worry.

After going over all the tasks, Li Xianyun returned to the Khan Palace. There was still some time before dinner, so she planned to make use of this free time to get some things done.

The inner chambers of the Khan Palace.

Li Xianyun took out a bundle from the cabinet, which contained several rolls of fine fabric brought from Chang’an by Sheng Heng at the request of Qiu Qianyun.

There had been so much to do that she hadn’t had the chance to make clothes yet.

Youlan looked at a roll of dark cyan fabric and said, "Mistress, are you going to make clothes for the Khan?"

Li Xianyun held a light lotus-colored, soft, and smooth fabric in her hands and smiled, "First I’ll make a dress for each of us. Then, one for Grandmother and Xuanxuan, and only after that will I make one for the Khan."

As for men, it’s easy to spoil them with too much kindness and make them arrogant.

Youlan chuckled, "The Khan will be heartbroken if he knows."

"Making one for him is already quite generous," Li Xianyun chuckled.

While they were joking, Yelu Yan’s voice suddenly intruded.

"What are you talking about that’s making you so happy?"

Youlan quickly knelt down and performed a bowed salute, "Greetings to the Khan."

She had always been especially afraid of Yelu Yan, and that hadn’t changed over time.

Yelu Yan, having eyes only for Li Xianyun, said softly, "Rise, and have the meal hall prepare dinner."

"Yes."

Youlan responded with the utmost respect then hurriedly retreated and closed the door from the outside.

Li Xianyun put down the fabric and looked at Yelu Yan, asking, "You’re leaving?"

They were supposed to visit the hunting grounds together.

Yelu Yan walked over to Li Xianyun and wrapped her in his arms, planting a firm kiss on her lips.

Her lips were fragrant and soft as if they were magical, effortlessly driving away the fatigue of his day.

"There is no rush, we’ll eat dinner, and wait for the night before going."

Li Xianyun hummed in response, turned around, and unfolded the fabric bit by bit.

She seemed somewhat distant.

Yelu Yan felt a small sting of hurt. Couldn’t his Xianxian stick to him just a bit more?

He wrapped his arms around Li Xianyun from behind and gently rubbed his chin, with a faint stubble, against her soft and fragrant neck.

"What are you doing? Hmm?"

Li Xianyun, feeling ticklish, squirmed to the side, but she was in his arms on both sides; where could she escape? She therefore complained coquettishly, "It’s ticklish."

Yelu Yan then gave up and properly laid his chin on her shoulder, asking the same question again.

"The Empress Dowager had brother Sheng Heng bring over some fabrics, I was planning to make a few dresses."

"Is there one for your husband?" Yelu Yan asked with a smile.

Li Xianyun pointed to the dark cyan fabric and smiled, "That one is for you. But first, I will make dresses for Youlan and myself, then for Xuanxuan and grandmother, after all that I will make yours. You don’t feel slighted, do you?"

Actually, Yelu Yan was already very happy that Li Xianyun would make clothes for him, and he didn’t mind who was first or last. However, Li Xianyun asked him this way, and he actually did feel slighted.

It was bearable even for Xuanxuan and Yaduo, but even her personal maid was ranked ahead of him.

This was intolerable.

"Feeling aggrieved, my dear husband? Why save your work for me until last?"

Li Xianyun chuckled, "Don’t be so petty."

Yelu Yan grasped Li Xianyun’s plump and soft shoulders with both hands and turned her around to face him. He then lifted her onto the desk, parted her legs, and stood close. His arms encircled her waist as he looked down at her.

"I am petty, and now I’m even angry. What do you plan to do to coax me?"

Li Xianyun’s lips curled up in a smile. "Coax? I might as well divorce you."

The two had grown intimately accustomed to each other, and their conversations became more casual.

Yelu Yan, feeling a mix of irritation and affection, narrowed his eyes dangerously, his words squeezing through his teeth, "Say that again?"

Li Xianyun laughed, reached out with her soft arms, and hung them around Yelu Yan’s neck, her voice tender, "You tell me to say it, I’ll say it. Otherwise, I won’t."

Yelu Yan looked at her with a smile, "Seems like someone’s skin is itching for a tease."

He was used to talking dirty, and Li Xianyun had long become accustomed to it. However, being of thin-skinned nature, she couldn’t help but blush at the ears. "Not at all."

Yelu Yan gazed at her coyly blushing, as tender as a budding flower.

He lifted his hand to Li Xianyun’s nape, about to kiss those fragrant, soft lips, but was blocked by a fair, small hand.

Li Xianyun pursed her lips.

The man would pounce on her like a wild beast on its prey, eyes gleaming, fussing over her with kisses and touches, heedless of time and place. If she let him have his kiss, she wouldn’t be able to control what followed.

So, to keep the situation under control, it was best to keep him from tasting any sweetness for now.

Yelu Yan widened his eyes disapprovingly and grunted a few times.

Li Xianyun pushed him away, slid off the desk, and while still covering his lips, said, "My lord, I have important matters to attend to, please don’t disturb me."

Yelu Yan, discontented, took her small hand and kissed it, "What important matters could be more urgent than being intimate with your husband?"

His words were becoming increasingly direct and unfiltered.

"Be good. I need to find time to finish these clothes. You should attend to your official duties; we’ll be dining soon."

Li Xianyun extracted her small hand from his rough, large one and turned back to continue with her sewing.

She was busy every day with matters at Xuanyi Pavilion, Ruyi Square, the workshops, the Drying Room, and the shops in the East Market. Though she didn’t need to be there all the time, if issues arose, she had to make time to resolve them.

With the autumn hunt to arrange, she hardly had time to make clothes.

Today, she finally had a bit of respite and had to seize every possible moment to sew.

She hadn’t expected Yelu Yan to return so soon, and the moment he did, he clung to her incessantly.

If her determination had not been strong enough, she would have been entangled by him by now, and her only bit of free time would have vanished.

Yelu Yan said, "I just want to spend a little time with you."

As he spoke, he embraced her from behind, resting his chin gently on her shoulder.

Li Xianyun shrugged her shoulders.

Yelu Yan lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her dissatisfaction, "No kissing, no hugging; I might as well go to the mountains and become an immortal."

Li Xianyun laughed at the tease, "It’s not that you can’t hug me, it’s just that hugging me like this is too inconvenient."

"Then let me have a kiss. I haven’t seen you all day; don’t you miss your husband at all?"

Li Xianyun sighed lightly, amazed at how clingy this towering man could be.

She resigned herself and let him stick close.

Li Xianyun took a roll of light lotus-colored fabric and placed the remaining materials into a bag, which she set aside on a chair.

She spread the fabric out on the large desk and took chalk from the needle and thread basket to mark the collar, sleeves, and hem of the garment.

Often standing straight or bending over, Li Xianyun’s rounded posterior inadvertently brushed against him.

Yelu Yan quickly became aroused.