The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 491 - 490 He may be rough, but his woman needs to be pampered (first update)

Chapter 491: 490 He may be rough, but his woman needs to be pampered (first update)

Li Xianyun was carried sideways in Yelu Yan’s arms, her delicate arms naturally draping over his neck as she looked around, sizing up the palace.

The West Mountain Palace was grand and imposing, blending the architectural style of the Khitan, very pleasing to the eyes.

The sun hung over West Mountain, retracting its rays, the sunlight coming through enough to illuminate the palace, but the lamps were already lit.

The room was toasty from the heating stove, starkly different from the icy world outside, as if it were another realm entirely.

When they reached the desk, Yelu Yan set Li Xianyun down on a chair, and maids had already brought over two steaming bowls of ginger soup.

As the couple entered, numerous maids followed, some carrying wooden basins for their masters to wash their hands and faces, some with soft towels at the ready, and others bearing trays with clean socks and velvet boots.

Although Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun had ridden in a carriage, the snow-covered roads were hard to traverse and they inevitably got a bit of snow and mud on them, so they needed a change.

A room half-filled with bustling maids made Youlan uncertain of what she should do.

Yelu Yan handed a bowl to Li Xianyun, "Drink some ginger soup to warm yourself up."

Li Xianyun held the bowl with her tender white hands, sipping it slowly, indeed feeling comfortably warm.

Yelu Yan took the bowl, tipped it at the bottom, and drank down the ginger soup in two or three gulps.

The small bowl appeared even smaller in Yelu Yan’s rough, large hands.

After finishing the ginger soup, Yelu Yan saw that Li Xianyun was looking up at him and suddenly felt somewhat embarrassed.

His actions were coarse, a true rough man, so he cared a lot about his image in front of Li Xianyun and had already tried to be as refined as possible during meals.

But with the evening coming on and things to do, his true nature was revealed.

Yelu Yan awkwardly placed the bowl to the side, wiped the moisture from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and cleared his throat, "Put down the things and leave."

The room full of maids hurriedly put things in their place, curtsied respectfully, and withdrew.

Yelu Yan picked up the clean socks and boots from the tray, squatted in front of Li Xianyun as he took off her shoes, looking up at her while doing so.

"Xianxian, there’s still some time before dinner, shall I take you out for a walk?"

No wonder he had drunk the ginger soup so quickly.

Li Xianyun cradling her ginger soup bowl uttered a soft "Mhm."

Having sat in a carriage for three or four hours, she felt stifled and longed to go out for some fresh air.

If it weren’t for Yelu Yan holding her legs in his embrace, rubbing and pinching them throughout the journey, she feared they would have swollen from the lack of movement long ago.

Now she started to feel a bit of swelling and really wanted to move around.

After Yelu Yan changed Li Xianyun into clean socks and boots, she finished her ginger soup as well.

Yelu Yan embraced Li Xianyun as they walked towards the door.

"My lord, aren’t you going to change your boots?"

"I’m rough enough as is, no need to change."

He might be coarse, but his woman needed to be indulged.

Hand in hand, they walked slowly through the palace, stopping to look around.

Whenever they saw something unique, they would pause to admire it, seemingly never running out of things to talk about.

After a while, Li Xianyun, feeling playful, asked Yelu Yan to wait for her while she jumped into the snowy field to imprint shapes of various small animals.

The snow on the walkways of the palace had been cleared, but the grassy areas, gardens, and the unsullied mounds of snow in places where people didn’t go were still a blanket of white, untouched by any dirt or impurity.

Yelu Yan watched his woman play in the snow with a smile.

Li Xianyun was wrapped up tightly by Yelu Yan, dressed in thick clothing, draped in a heavy cloak, the edges of which were bordered with fluffy white silver fox fur, making her slightly chubby face look even more tender and lovely.