The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 490 - 489 It’s really pitiful (third watch)

Chapter 490: 489 It’s really pitiful (third watch)

That evening, Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun returned to Khan Palace and began to pack for their trip to the West Mountain hot springs.

Food and necessities were naturally taken care of by the maids, so what they primarily needed to pack was a change of clothes.

When soaking in the hot springs, one needed to prepare several changes of clothes.

Li Xianyun packed several sets, folding them neatly and wrapping them tightly in a bundle.

After she finished packing, she saw that Yelu Yan had also rounded up a pile of things, which were haphazardly bunched up on the table.

Li Xianyun let out a light sigh and approached him, asking, "Is this how you packed?"

Yelu Yan made an affirmative grunt, "What needed to be brought, your husband has brought."

Li Xianyun unfolded the bundle of clothes, folding each item neatly and sorting them into their respective categories.

Yelu Yan hugged her from behind, burying his face in her snow-white neck, greedily inhaling her scent.

Li Xianyun’s body always carried a light fragrance.

Especially now, just after a bath, from head to toe she was delicately soft and smooth.

Such a fragrant, soft beauty.

While folding his clothes, Li Xianyun teased, "Husband, you grew up in the army from a young age, so you should be very capable of taking care of yourself. Why is it so difficult for you to pack a bundle?"

Yelu Yan pecked at her sleek and fair swan-like neck, "When marching and fighting, we would go half a month without changing clothes, so naturally, there was no need to pack a bundle."

It really is pitiful.

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Yan, not without pity in her eyes.

Yelu Yan found it amusing. In this world, aside from his grandmother, there was no second person who found him pitiful.

But if showing a bit of vulnerability could garner tremendous benefits, why not take advantage of it?

Yelu Yan kissed Li Xianyun’s ear and whispered, "Xianxian, if you think your husband pitiful, then take good care of me, hmm?"

"...Hmm."

At her response, Yelu Yan was overjoyed and, embracing her, headed straight for the bed.

Li Xianyun quickly struggled, "Let’s finish packing the bundle first."

"What’s the hurry? We can do it later."

Li Xianyun took Yelu Yan’s ear into her hands and kneaded it, gritting her teeth as she said, "I want to finish packing first."

Yelu Yan had no choice but to put her down, sulkily standing by her side.

Li Xianyun found it amusing but pretended not to notice.

A man can’t always be indulged.

Otherwise, he truly would be spoiled rotten.

Li Xianyun’s pearly little hands were adept, and with a few graceful movements, she had the clothes folded and neatly placed inside the bundle, which she tied securely.

Yelu Yan, who had been impatiently waiting, didn’t even wait for Li Xianyun to place the two bundles in the wardrobe before he picked her up and walked toward the bed.

After the rustling sounds came the uninhibited moans of a man and woman.

The bed curtains swung wildly, and the bed creaked loudly.

In this particularly silent snowy night, these sounds seemed especially deafening, triggering wild thoughts.

The next morning, a spacious carriage swiftly left the Imperial Palace, heading straight for the West Mountain hot springs.

The snow had stopped, and the sun hung in the eastern sky, its gentle rays shining on the thick white snow, casting a cold, shimmering light.

Besides the carriage tracks that pressed into the snow on the official road, the snow on the open fields, rooftops, and hills was untouched by humans, pure and sanctified, lifting the spirits of those who saw it.

Because it was early and snow had recently fallen, there weren’t many pedestrians or carriages, and everything was quiet.

The horses’ hooves flung up snowflakes, and the wheels creaked as they rolled over the ruts, disturbing flocks of chirping birds as they flew away.

Li Xianyun opened the carriage window to look outside, captivated by the world dressed in silver and white.

Back in Chang’an, in order to protect herself, she had to match wits and courage with a group of frivolous young nobles, rarely having the leisure or mood to peacefully enjoy such snowscapes.

Yelu Yan wrapped his arms around Li Xianyun, alternating his gaze between the snowscape and his woman, finding the latter far more enchanting than the beautiful snow.

Li Xianyun suddenly caught sight of something and turned her head excitedly to Yelu Yan, "My lord, look quickly, there are some footprints over there. Could they be from a little squirrel?"

Squirrels were not uncommon on the grasslands, and Li Xianyun had seen them several times.

The squirrels were fluffy and particularly adorable, endearing themselves to everyone.

Yelu Yan always paid close attention to Li Xianyun’s interests, and after taking a careful look, he said, "They are indeed left by a little squirrel."

He was often at war outdoors and was very familiar with the wilderness.

Li Xianyun clapped her hands and laughed, "I actually guessed it right."

Yelu Yan watched her lovely profile from behind, and reaching up, he lightly touched her earlobe, which instantly flushed red.

"Have you seen enough, or can you spare some time for your husband now?"

She had been looking outside the window for more than half an hour.

He asked a question, she replied with a "Hmm," and without asking, she said nothing more, clearly dismissive.

Enough to drive someone mad.

Li Xianyun turned her head to give him a sidelong glance.

Yelu Yan laughed off his irritation, was she actually feeling aggrieved just because he wanted her to talk with him?

Little did he know that a certain young woman was overthinking things.

Li Xianyun leaned in and whispered, "My lord, it’s so quiet around us, any noise we make will surely be noticed, so even if you want to do something, you have to hold back, understand?"

This man was like a stallion, couldn’t he restrain himself a bit?

Snow had fallen all night, creating a thick layer; the carriage was moving very slowly.

If the carriage swayed too vigorously, it would surely arouse suspicion.

Yelu Yan remained quiet, just smiling as he looked at the woman in his arms.

Li Xianyun began to wonder nervously, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yelu Yan smiled and said, "Your husband just wants you to keep him company for a chat; he hadn’t thought of ’that’."

Then he looked at Li Xianyun’s waist and abdomen with a suggestive air, "Feeling itchy? Would you like your husband to help you with that?"

It turned out he wasn’t referring to ’that’ after all.

Li Xianyun’s cheeks instantly reddened, and she said angrily, "You flirtatious man, you dog!"

Yelu Yan, kissing Li Xianyun’s cheek, chuckled, "Your husband is only dog-like with you."

His voice was magnetic, filled with a deep seduction.

Li Xianyun couldn’t help but press her thighs together.

Her body was truly delicate—just a provocative word from him, and she responded.

The West Mountain Hot Springs were located very far from the outskirts of Shangjing, and the group had set out early in the morning, only arriving at West Mountain Hot Springs in the evening.

It was a complex of buildings, pavilions and towers connected to each other, specifically for the royal family’s leisure.

However, the architecture of this place was different from others—it was not very standardized, more luxurious and extravagant, with colors more dazzling, mostly using materials related to the hot springs.

Just as Yelu Yan had said, there were indoor springs, as well as outdoor ones.

These outdoor pools varied in size, the larger ones comparable to lakes, while the smaller ones were like a single small room, bubbling and steaming with hot air.

Just as Yelu Yan had said, steam was rising everywhere, not cold in the slightest, but rather warm.

Upon reaching a magnificent palace in the center, the carriage came to a stop.

Dozens of maids and palace servants were already waiting, arrayed in neat lines; upon the arrival of the carriage, they kneeled down and bowed with utmost respect.

"We pay our respects to the Khan, and to the Princess Consort."

Yelu Yan lifted Li Xianyun from the carriage and, with long strides, headed straight for the palace.