The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 451 - 450 Husband already knows what you like (first update)

Chapter 451: 450 Husband already knows what you like (first update)

Li Xianyun returned to the Khan Palace when it was still bright outside and took out the fabric that Qiu Qianyun brought to make clothes.

Youlan helped on the side.

Both made a set of soft shirts to wear in the palace.

As winter was approaching, the stoves and underfloor heating would be lit, and by then, walking around the palace in a soft shirt would suffice.

The fabric was smooth and comfortable to wear close to the skin.

After they finished making the clothes, both tried them on and found them to fit quite well.

Li Xianyun then started to make clothes for Yaduo.

Yaduo’s garment was slightly more complicated.

Older people’s joints are most afraid of the cold, so Li Xianyun added linings with cotton padding at the knees, elbows, and the lower abdomen.

As she threaded the needle and sewed, Li Xianyun did not puncture the outer layer of fabric, so the stitches were invisible from the outside and did not detract from the beauty.

When Yelu Yan returned from the Hall of Diligent Governance and the night had fallen, palace lanterns were lit, shining and twinkling, blending with the stars in the sky.

Stepping into the main building, his nostrils filled immediately with a faint fragrance. The warm light shattered the darkness, and everything in the room was coated with a warm yellow glow, driving away the autumn chill and bringing a sense of warm coziness everywhere.

This sense of warmth and brightness flowed straight into his heart.

Since Li Xianyun moved in to live with him, the cold and stern Khan Palace instantly felt warm.

With Li Xianyun supervising the management of the main building, there were ingenious designs hidden everywhere—comforting without being ostentatious, practical without being frivolous. This was the feeling of home.

In the past, it did not matter to him where he stayed the night, for there was no difference, it was just a place to sleep and conserve energy, nothing special.

But now it was different, he, like many newlywed men among the common folk, had his own little home, someone waiting for him to return, someone worrying over him, filled with anticipation for the future.

For Yelu Yan, who had spent half his life amidst military campaigns, this feeling could not be more precious.

It was enjoyable, lingering, and addictive.

As he had done countless times before, Yelu Yan asked, "Where is the princess?"

"Replying to the Khan, the princess is working on needlework in the inner chamber," said the maid.

Yelu Yan’s brows knitted slightly.

Having finally found some leisure time, why wouldn’t she take a rest?

The maid opened the door to the inner chamber, and Yelu Yan walked in, passing through the archway and bead curtains, into the Warm Pavilion.

Li Xianyun was sitting on a couch, threading her needle through the fabric, her pale hands skillful and nimble.

Youlan was on the side, stuffing cotton into the lining.

Hearing the sound, both looked up.

Youlan quickly got up from the couch and respectfully saluted Yelu Yan.

Yelu Yan said in a light voice, "You may leave."

Youlan retreated, closing the door from the outside.

Li Xianyun looked up at Yelu Yan for a moment, then lowered her head to continue her needlework, her lips curving slightly as she said, "You’re back."

Yelu Yan walked over, sat beside Li Xianyun, and his rough hands naturally landed on her slender waist. He cocked his head to look at her, tenderness in his eyes that was particularly striking.

"Having finally found some leisure, why aren’t you resting?"

Li Xianyun continued her sewing, a smile on her lips, "As you see, the weather is becoming colder, grandmother is afraid of the cold, so I need to quickly finish this garment. When worn underneath, it can keep out the cold."

"You could have easily ordered the palace embroideresses to do it. Seeing you busy every day, I find it painful."

Li Xianyun looked up at him and immediately saw the long scratch on the left side of his neck, causing her ears to burn.

Last night, Yelu Yan had been too vigorous, and she simply couldn’t bear it. Unable to contain herself, she had inadvertently scratched him.

That gesture only excited Yelu Yan even more, and as the bed rattled and the curtains shook, Li Xianyun felt she might truly die under him.

Noticing her gaze, Yelu Yan’s eyes smiled, "You see the good deed you’ve done?"

Li Xianyun lowered her head and continued the work in her hands, arguing with reason, "Isn’t it all because you forced me, You said you felt sorry for me, but as soon as the clothes come off, you forget all about it."

Yelu Yan moved close to Li Xianyun’s face, watching her in a rascally manner, and teased, "If you really dislike it, then your husband will stop doing it from now on."

"..."

"Do you dislike it? Speak."

Li Xianyun was silent for a moment, "...I, I don’t dislike it."

"So you do like it when your husband does it?"

When Yelu Yan made his moves, he was very considerate of her feelings, often asking if she liked it or not?

Lying beneath him, Li Xianyun’s face was so tender and blush-like as if washed with water, her eyes moist and shimmering, she would say "like it" shyly and timidly, which is why Yelu Yan became increasingly intense every time.

Li Xianyun did not answer, which was as good as accepting it.

Yelu Yan placed a heavy kiss on her cheek, laughing heartily, "I knew you liked it."

Watching her slowly bloom beneath him, presenting all her beauty to him without reservation, that uncontrollable affection could not deceive anyone.

Li Xianyun glanced at him and muttered, "You’re so annoying."

Yelu Yan "hmm"ed, grinning, "Your husband only annoys you."

"..."

Yelu Yan was becoming more and more indecent by the day, constantly teasing her had already become his daily routine.

He enjoyed seeing Li Xianyun being teased to the point of shyness, wanting to see the soft blush spread across her pure, little face.

Li Xianyun raised her eyes and inspected the scratch carefully, which was very obvious.

"You went to the court like that without covering it up?"

"Yes," Yelu Yan said with a thicker smile, "You and I are husband and wife, what’s there to fear?"

"Shameless."

Yelu Yan hugged her.

When compared with his robust figure, Li Xianyun seemed too delicate and tender.

Yelu Yan kissed her cheek softly, inch by inch, "Your husband actually hopes you leave more marks."

When he missed her, touching the marks she left behind was also a kind of comfort.

Li Xianyun squirmed from the tickles, shrinking her neck, "It tickles, stop it."

Yelu Yan continued regardless.

"If you keep doing this, the needle will prick my hand."

Yelu Yan immediately stopped his teasing and hugged her quietly.

"Husband, are you hungry? Let me finish sewing this sleeve, and then we can go eat."

"Alright."

After a while, Li Xianyun finished sewing the sleeve, tied a knot with the thread, took the clothes, bowed her head to bite the thin string lightly, breaking it, and then placed the clothes back on the desk. She collected the needle and thread and put them away in the basket.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over Yelu Yan, and she was momentarily stunned.

She saw Yelu Yan smiling at her, his eyes deep and bright, the laughter in his eyes as thick as the most mellow brewed wine.

Li Xianyun lightly pushed him and stood up, "What are you looking at? Come on, let’s go eat."

Who would have known that Yelu Yan would wrap his arms around her waist, pull her into his embrace, bend down to seek her soft lips, and press down with a fiery and eager kiss.

"Mmm..."

Li Xianyun lightly "mmm"ed, her little hands gently clutching Yelu Yan’s lapels, as she was held by the neck and could only tilt her head back, parting her lips, letting him have his way.

After a while, Yelu Yan finally withdrew from Li Xianyun’s lips, his face tense with passion.

He said infatuatedly, "Xianer, have you heard that in Western Yunnan there grows a kind of flower so exquisitely beautiful called poppy, that once a person is affected by it, they’ll never be able to quit it for the rest of their life. To me, you are that poppy flower, and I’ll never be able to escape from the palm of your hand in this lifetime."