The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 445 - 444 Obediently Wait for Your Husband to Return (First Update)

Chapter 445: 444 Obediently Wait for Your Husband to Return (First Update)

Yelu Yan had no choice but to plant a kiss on Li Xianyun’s cheek, straightened up, raised his hand to close the clothing over Li Xianyun’s chest, and then crouched down to smooth her wrinkled skirt that he had crumpled.

"Xianxian, you go back to the palace and rest first. Your husband will handle some official duties at the Hall of Diligent Governance and then come back."

Ji Xueyuan had been killed; his wicked deeds needed to be announced to the world as soon as possible.

His followers had been mostly captured, still needing further interrogation to catch more conspirators.

The punishments also required careful consideration. They couldn’t all be beaten with the same stick, they needed to be sentenced according to their level of involvement and the severity of their crimes.

The key members of the rebellion were beyond redemption and would be executed without question, while those who had followed the crowd for survival were to be given a chance to live.

Only by offering help in desperate times could he ensure their absolute loyalty to him.

And these old officials who were spared could justly highlight his benevolence.

People who deal with power and schemes are never the good guys; the good guys never make it to the end.

Yelu Yan never considered himself a good person.

If he were not cold-blooded, if he were not decisive in killing, if he did not root out his enemies completely, he probably wouldn’t have made it this far.

His hands were already stained with the foul smell of fresh blood.

Yet, his woman was pure and flawless, delicate and gentle, as if the clear white moon had descended from the heavens to earth.

So, when in front of Li Xianyun, Yelu Yan often felt a sense of inferiority.

It was because of this inferiority that he became even more fearful of losing her, and dared not expose his true self to her.

Fortunately, Li Xianyun did not often question his whereabouts.

However, human nature always has many weaknesses. He didn’t want her to ask, yet he also wished she would ask.

Not wanting her to ask stemmed from a fear of revealing his ugly side, while wanting her to ask was hoping she would cling to him more.

Yelu Yan chuckled inwardly, ’Yelu Yan, oh Yelu Yan, when did you become so sentimental?’

Li Xianyun made a sound of agreement and got ready to alight from the carriage.

But Yelu Yan pulled her back into his embrace.

Li Xianyun looked up at him, puzzled. Hadn’t he told her to leave? Why was he holding on to her again?

Yelu Yan gently lifted her chin with his hand to check the wound on her neck.

When he had kissed her just now, he was very careful not to even slightly touch it, "Don’t forget to apply the medicine."

Li Xianyun reached up to rub his ear, smiling as she said, "I know."

She tried to get up, but the iron grip around her waist didn’t budge at all.

He was being clingy again.

Li Xianyun looked at him and laughed, "What’s the matter now?"

Yelu Yan’s eyes were bright, his gaze intense.

Li Xianyun could clearly see the desire overwhelming him from those deep eyes, suddenly recalling him lifting his head from between her legs, red-eyed as he crawled beside her, "Xianxian, are you satisfied?"

She remembered him saying that after the important matters were dealt with, he would satisfy her completely.

Her heart raced. This man really could become desirous at a moment’s notice.

As expected, Yelu Yan whispered in her ear, "Your husband will try to come back early today. I must satisfy you fully."

Li Xianyun’s smooth face, already faintly red from his teasing, now turned as red as the fruits of late autumn—completely flushed.

Yelu Yan planted a firm kiss on her cheek and then spoke lightly to the outside, "Open the carriage door."

The carriage door swung open suddenly, letting in the white daylight. Today’s sunshine was splendid, so white it was almost blinding.

Li Xianyun squinted slightly, a touch of languor in her eyes.

Yelu Yan didn’t wait for her to stand up; instead, he lifted her horizontally, carried her down from the carriage, and set her down steadily, his eyes filled with mirth.

"Don’t forget to apply the medicine, and wait obediently for your husband to return."

The last sentence carried a deep meaning.

Li Xianyun responded hurriedly and, with Youlan, almost fled as she stepped onto the stairs and entered the Khan Palace.

It was not until Li Xianyun’s figure disappeared around the corner that Yelu Yan restrained his smile, turned, and mounted the carriage, speaking indifferently, "To the Hall of Diligent Governance."

"Yes!"

Youlan walked by Li Xianyun’s side, followed by a train of maids and eunuchs.

She looked at Li Xianyun’s flushed little face and asked, "My lady, your face is so red, are you feeling unwell?"

Li Xianyun raised her pale little hand and touched her delicate cheek, laughing as she said, "Perhaps it’s the heat."

Youlan looked at the desolate autumn wind sweeping up the fallen leaves, the trees bereft of leaves, the weather turning colder.

How could the mistress say it’s hot? So strange.

Li Xianyun returned to the inner chamber.

With perceptiveness, Youlan brought the medicine chest to the dressing table and set it on the tabletop.

Li Xianyun took out a bottle from the medicine chest, dabbed some ointment with her forefinger, tilted her chin up, and prepared to apply it in front of the mirror, but she paused, staring at the wound.

The wound was barely an inch long, just a slight break in the skin, now hardly visible unless looked at closely.

At the time, she thought the wound was a bit deep, which is why she asked Yelu Yan if it would scar.

It’s almost healed now, how could it scar?

Nevertheless, she applied a bit, yawned mightily, her eyes brimming with tears.

She hadn’t slept well lately due to Yelu Yan keeping her busy; she could now have a proper sleep as she had half a day free today.

There was nothing more comfortable in the world than sleeping.

Seeing Li Xianyun wash her hands and disrobe, Youlan put the medicine chest back into the cabinet and said, "My lady, you haven’t had your midday meal yet."

"I’m not hungry; I’ll eat after I wake up," she replied.

Youlan stepped forward, anxiously saying, "How can that be? If the Khan finds out you haven’t eaten on time, he’s sure to scold the servants again."

Yelu Yan was particularly attentive to Li Xianyun, also very strict. When he found she wasn’t taking good care of herself, he didn’t dare to reprimand her, only her maids, giving a strong sense of ’berating the locust tree while pointing at the mulberry.’"

As a result, Youlan had been scolded by Yelu Yan several times and developed quite a complex.

"When the Khan returns, I’ll speak to him; I won’t let him scold you," she said.

Li Xianyun yawned, continuing to undress on her own.

She had thought that marrying Yelu Yan would give her more ease, but he turned out to be even more controlling than her mother and more verbose too.

It seemed the only benefits of marriage with Yelu Yan were the luxury of sleeping in and the intimate pleasures of the marital bed.

The marital bed? Li Xianyun felt her face redden uncontrollably. What was she thinking?

Could those sorts of things really be addicting?

Indeed... they could be addicting.

Upon confirming this answer, Li Xianyun felt unbearably embarrassed.

Youlan stood beside Li Xianyun, her face a picture of misery.

"My lady, when the Khan comes back, you’ll still be asleep and unable to back me up. Won’t I still get scolded? Would you please take pity on your servant?" she pleaded.

Li Xianyun sighed softly. Yelu Yan knew she was softhearted and had no handle on her, often using those around her to constrain her.

It was truly detestable.

"Alright, serve the meal," Li Xianyun said as she walked toward the Warm Pavilion, "bring the food to the Warm Pavilion."

Youlan was overjoyed, "Thank you, my lady, for your compassion."

After speaking, she hurriedly had someone prepare the meal.

Li Xianyun ate a few quick bites, then climbed into bed, spread the quilt over herself, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

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At the Prince’s Mansion, one of the two Young Servants guarding the gate was napping on the inner steps, while the other sat on the steps, chin in hand, watching a few sparrows hopping about in the tree branches.

The noonday sun filtered through the old locust trees, casting long shadows on the courtyard floor.