The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 431 - 430 Just staying put is also satisfying (second update)

Chapter 431: 430 Just staying put is also satisfying (second update)

The two of them were nestled so closely together that Li Xianyun found it difficult not to notice his change, and her face immediately flushed.

This man wanted her again.

Yelu Yan seemed to have an inexhaustible enthusiasm for such matters, as if he never knew what it was to be tired.

Li Xianyun’s entire body stiffened, and if he insisted on carrying on, she would have had no way to resist.

Yelu Yan was thoroughly roused, feeling a mixture of pain and intense desire.

But upon considering that she indeed had work to do, and that it wouldn’t be right to drag her to bed and have his way, he reluctantly let go of Li Xianyun and stood beside her, trying his best to focus on watching her make clothes.

Li Xianyun let out a sigh of relief and lowered her head to continue marking the fabric.

Her skillful hands moved with ease, showing that she was accustomed to making clothes.

Yelu Yan’s lips curled in a smile as he tenderly watched his woman, with the light dancing in his dark eyes.

Li Xianyun looked so gentle and serene as she worked on the needlecraft.

To have such a beautiful woman by his side for a lifetime, the heavens had indeed been generous to him.

Yelu Yan’s gaze was fiery and intense, making it hard to ignore.

After a while, Li Xianyun could no longer bear it and, looking up at him, said, "Husband, you should attend to your official duties. There’s no need to keep me company. With you watching me like this, I can’t concentrate on my work."

"All right, I won’t watch you anymore, don’t send your husband away," he replied in a tone that surprisingly held a trace of pleading.

Moved by his plea, Li Xianyun eventually relented and refrained from pushing him away.

But then again, if Yelu Yan truly didn’t want to leave, her attempts to send him away would have been futile. How could she move such a large man?

After drawing the lines with the tailor’s chalk, Li Xianyun picked up the scissors and started cutting the fabric.

Her fair hands were extremely deft.

Yelu Yan couldn’t help but ask, "Xianxian, do you often make clothes?"

Even if the Prince’s Mansion was not doing well, a Commandery Princess shouldn’t need to make her own clothes.

Thinking about Li Xianyun’s past life filled Yelu Yan with immense heartache.

Li Xianyun hummed her acknowledgment and said, "I grew up in the countryside as a child. The farmers were poor and couldn’t afford to have clothes made, so they would just buy fabric from the market and make their own clothes."

"I’ve been making clothes with Mother since I can remember. All our family’s clothes were made by us together. Later, when we arrived in Chang’an and Father was recognized and ennobled as a prince, given a mansion, we didn’t need to make our own clothes anymore. But the clothes made by the embroideresses were truly unsatisfactory, so over the years Mother and I continued to make clothes for the family."

Yelu Yan said, unable to contain his feelings, "You’ve had a hard life."

Li Xianyun continued cutting the fabric with a smile, "What’s so hard about that? It’s stronger than anything for a family to be safe and sound."

Yet even such an ordinary wish became a luxury, all because of that person.

Li Xianyun kept her eyes lowered, not letting Yelu Yan see the surging emotions in her eyes, not wanting to worry him.

After the fabric was cut, the most complex and time-consuming task of threading the needle began.

Li Xianyun neatly arranged the fabric, then sat in the chair, picked up the sewing basket, took out a needle, and selected a spool of light lotus-colored silk thread to thread the needle.

Yelu Yan sat down as well, right beside her, smiling and watching her without a blink.

They were far from the chaos of war, the deceit and treachery, enjoying peaceful times with the person you love. There was nothing better in the world than this.

Li Xianyun threaded the eye of the needle, aligned both ends of the thread, tied a knot, and upon seeing Yelu Yan staring at her like an infatuated man, she laughed, "Husband, you’re idle sitting here; go and take care of your official duties."

There were many documents waiting for his review in the Warm Pavilion.

Yelu Yan leaned his elbow on the desk, supporting his chin and watching her, "Your husband wants to see you, to be with you."

Even without speaking, just being together brought him peace and contentment.

Li Xianyun had no choice but to give up and stop urging him. Instead, she tied off the thread and began to sew.

She pressed the fabric and sewed it, the stitches fine, closely-spaced, and neatly aligned, creating a very aesthetically pleasing effect.

She had no idea how much time passed when Youlan respectfully said from outside, "Reporting to Khan, reporting to the Princess Consort, the meal has been prepared."

Yelu Yan responded in a subdued voice, "Understood."

Li Xianyun had sewn most of the garment and planned to find some time the next day to finish it.

She folded the garment and placed it in the sewing basket, putting the needle and thread back where they belonged before picking up the basket to put it away.

However, a large hand took the basket from her, set it on the desk, and at the same time, wrapped around her slender waist, supported her hips, and lifted her to straddle his legs.

The next moment, a passionate kiss landed on her.

Li Xianyun, with her head tilted back as he held the nape of her neck, met his kiss.

His lips were hot.

The two clung to each other, and pinned by him, she easily noticed his aroused state.

At first, Li Xianyun was slightly disturbed by his gaze but soon became entirely engrossed in her work, no longer paying attention to Yelu Yan.

There was a sense of having no concerns for anything outside the window, her focus entirely on her needlework.

But Yelu Yan felt quite the opposite; he longed for her immensely. As he watched her, his eyes reddened, imagining her in every way in his mind.

It was like a person starved for a long time, watching delicious food before them, visible and smellable but unreachable, undergoing the agonizing torment that made every day feel like an eternity.

In order not to disturb her work, Yelu Yan had been holding back until she was free, and then he was like a person freed from shackles, without any hesitation, he hugged her tightly and began to kiss and nibble her fiercely.

Li Xianyun’s small hands helplessly clutched his robe, her eyelashes fluttered, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft "mmh," the only way to keep from feeling suffocated.

For Yelu Yan, her low moans were incredibly sweet to his ears; he had no intention of stopping there, and even less willing to let her go now.

Youlan and another maid were waiting outside the door, thinking that upon hearing their response, Khan and the Princess Consort would come out soon. However, much time passed without the two emerging.

The younger maid, not as aware of the matters between men and women as Youlan, naively said, "Sister Youlan, did Khan and the Princess Consort not hear you earlier?"

Youlan replied, "I heard Khan say ’understood’ just now."

"Then why are Khan and the Princess Consort not coming out yet? What if the meal gets cold?"

Youlan said somewhat awkwardly, "Khan and the Princess Consort probably have matters to attend to."

Seeing that the maid wanted to say something else, Youlan said, "We shouldn’t pry into the masters’ affairs; let’s just wait outside."

After a long while, Yelu Yan’s hoarse voice came from inside, "Bring in some hot water."

The water in the clean room was cold, which could lead to catching a chill if used to wipe the body.

Upon hearing this, Youlan quickly had someone bring the hot water.

"Reporting to Khan, the hot water is ready," she said.

"Come in," was the reply.

The maid cracked the door open, and Youlan walked in carrying the hot water.

Yelu Yan’s distant voice commanded, "Put it at the door and leave."

"Yes."

Youlan hurriedly exited after setting down the water and closed the door from the outside.

Yelu Yan lifted the bed curtains and walked down, peeking through the gap in the curtains to see Li Xianyun leaning softly against the pillow, trying to close her open robe, her delicate little face flushed enough to drip water.