The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan
Chapter 552 - 551, My Lord, hurry and see Khan. (First installment)

Chapter 552: 551, My Lord, hurry and see Khan. (First installment)

Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun, having accepted the congratulations and bows of all the officials, sat in a luxurious sedan chair and were escorted by the honor guard towards Khan Palace to complete the wedding ceremony.

As soon as he sat down in the sedan chair, Yelu Yan took Li Xianyun into his arms, giving her a kiss on the face, "Tired?"

Li Xianyun murmured a sound of agreement, leaning her head on Yelu Yan’s shoulder, showing great affection and dependence.

Yelu Yan greatly enjoyed the closeness, kissing her forehead and gently rubbing her legs with his hand, "Last night, I was too rough, I shouldn’t have teased you like that."

Li Xianyun chuckled lightly, "At least you’re aware of it."

"Sleep well tonight," Yelu Yan said, looking down at the wondrous woman in his arms, "However, on the wedding night, we still have to do it once for good luck."

Li Xianyun, still leaning on his shoulder, looked up at him, "Husband, do you actually believe in that?"

Yelu Yan’s lips curved upwards, "I don’t believe in it, but you’re so enchanting today that I just can’t resist pinning you down for a good time."

This man’s talk was increasingly unrestrained.

Li Xianyun gave a light snort.

Yelu Yan gazed at Li Xianyun’s sparkling eyes with a smile, then locked his sight on her delicate, soft lips.

His intentions couldn’t be clearer.

Li Xianyun didn’t dodge and also gazed at his handsome thin lips.

Yelu Yan lowered his head and gently kissed Li Xianyun’s lips, slowly sucking on them and then deepening the kiss with more force, passionately and freely.

Haoyang Palace was very close to Khan Palace, so they quickly arrived at the entrance of Khan Palace.

The two of them could be said to have been kissing all the way.

Feeling the carriage stop, Li Xianyun gently pushed on Yelu Yan’s chest.

Yelu Yan finally left Li Xianyun’s lips, wiped the moisture from around her mouth, and tidied up her creased clothes.

Once everything was in order, Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun out of the carriage and headed straight for the main building’s entrance.

Then came more ceremonial rituals, stepping over the saddle, shooting the arrow at the gate, and drinking the wedding cup in the blissful cheers of Nanny.

The atmosphere was lively and festive.

After drinking the wedding cup, Yelu Yan had to leave for the Hall of Diligent Governance to accept the kneeling congratulations of foreign envoys.

"Xianxian, have something to eat and then take a nap. I’ll come for you at dinner time," he said.

Li Xianyun obediently murmured an affirmative sound.

Yelu Yan couldn’t help but embrace her tightly, planting several kisses on her face before leaving.

Having been busy for half a day, she was indeed somewhat hungry. After having some food, Li Xianyun crawled into the soft canopy of the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

She didn’t know how long she had slept when she was awoken by the urgent voice of Youlan, "My lady, my lady, wake up quickly, something terrible has happened!"

Li Xianyun awoke groggily and looked at Youlan with confusion.

Youlan didn’t wait for her to ask before she spoke, "My lady, just now, Guard Jin brought news that Khan has been injured."

Li Xianyun’s heart lurched, and her brows furrowed tightly. He had been fine when he left; how could he be injured now?

She quickly sat up and took the outer robe Youlan handed to her, putting it on, "Is it serious?"

Youlan wore a solemn expression, locking eyes firmly with Li Xianyun, "Seeing Guard Jin so panicked, it must be quite severe."

Li Xianyun’s heart tightened abruptly, the pain spreading like ripples in water.

The thought of the man who loved her deeply being gravely injured brought her immense sorrow.

She couldn’t help but think of Yelu Yan’s body covered with scars, several of which were in critical areas, extremely dangerous...

At this thought, Li Xianyun felt such pain that even breathing became difficult.

Her legs were so weak when she got out of bed that if Youlan hadn’t supported her in time, she would have collapsed on the floor.

Li Xianyun, supported by Youlan, walked out of the main building.

Jinwu quickly came forward to pay his respects, "Your Highness, please go and see the Khan."

His eyes were bloodshot and his face was full of panic and urgency.

Li Xianyun had an even stronger sense of foreboding, "Youlan, did you bring my medicine box?"

She had already been promoted to Queen and should refer to herself as "This Palace," but what did Li Xianyun care for such matters right now?

Youlan hastily replied, "Rest assured, my lady, I have already had someone bring it."

With weak legs and inconvenient footing, Li Xianyun took the carriage to the Hall of Diligent Governance.

Before she could ask what had happened, Jinwu had already begun to speak.

"Your Highness, ever since the day of your wedding to the Khan drew nearer, the attempts on his life have become more intense."

Li Xianyun listened quietly, feeling troubled deep inside.

Yelu Yan had never spoken of these matters to her, and despite being with him from dawn to dusk, she had failed to detect the scent of blood on him.

Jinwu continued, "The Khan feared you would notice, so each time he returned from outside the palace, he would go to the Hall of Diligent Governance to bathe and change clothes, and only after perfuming himself would he come to see you. He was afraid you would detect the smell of blood on him."

Li Xianyun pursed her lips, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Even without the smell of blood, if she had cared for him enough, she should have noticed such obvious actions as bathing and burning incense.

In the end, she had not cherished him enough, always feeling that Yelu Yan was strong enough to handle any affair, so her concern for him diminished.

He had sheltered her from wind and rain, allowing her to live freely and without worries; gradually, Li Xianyun had grown accustomed to his doting, to his goodness, taking everything for granted and overlooking him even more.

Not until now, when he was gravely hurt, did Li Xianyun suddenly realize that she could not live without Yelu Yan anymore. At some point, he had come to hold a pivotal place in her heart.

It’s always like this with people, they don’t cherish what they have.

The low voice of Jinwu rose, "To ensure that the wedding went off without a hitch, the Khan exhausted his mind, commanding his soldiers to guard strictly. No one expected that the assassin would disguise himself as a foreign envoy and stab the Khan while paying his respects."

Li Xianyun, her lips pale, asked, "Where is the Khan wounded?"

Jinwu said with deep sorrow, "Straight through the heart."

Upon these words, a deadly silence enveloped everyone.

Li Xianyun’s tears were on the verge of spilling, but she knew she could not cry now. With Yelu Yan’s life hanging in the balance, she could not collapse.

What would happen to Yelu Yan if she fell?

Li Xianyun blinked hard twice and held back her tears, then said to Bater, the man driving the carriage, "Faster."

"Yes!"

With that, Bater spurred the horse on more urgently.

The urgent clatter of hooves and wheels resounded on the stone-paved road.

When Li Xianyun arrived at the Hall of Diligent Governance, she saw the ministers all with grave expressions.

Upon seeing Li Xianyun, they all bowed and respectfully greeted, "Your Majesty, the Queen."

Xiao Dilu came over upon hearing her, bowed to Li Xianyun, and said, "The Khan’s situation is grave, Your Majesty, we must trouble you."

Although he had his objections to Li Xianyun because of her Han Chinese heritage, at this critical moment, he was grateful that she was there as a Divine Doctor when Yelu Yan was in trouble.

Li Xianyun looked at the haggard faces before her, noting the increased number of white hairs at their temples.

Xiao Dilu was truly concerned for Yelu Yan’s well-being, and even if he had been somewhat unreasonable at first, Li Xianyun had never truly borne any resentment against him.