The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 652: Lord Husband, are you angered by me? (Second update)

Chapter 652: Lord Husband, are you angered by me? (Second update)

Yelu Yan stubbornly retorted, "It’s not like I’m weighed down by worries."

"Hmm. Haven’t you ever worried that the Queen might fall for someone else? Your hesitation, could it be because you’re afraid of making things clear and having the Queen think you’re too clingy, and thus grow tired of you?"

"Nonsense, I’ve never thought that way. Besides, the Queen isn’t that kind of person."

"Alright, good, if you haven’t thought so, it’s fine," Shulu Xi spoke, "Khan, I have heard that there is a place called Peach Blossom Cove at the South Foot of Dongshan, planted with many peach trees, blossoms blooming abundantly above, with murmuring streams encircling below. The Han people enjoy outings in the spring, perhaps the Queen would fancy the scenery there."

Upon hearing this, Yelu Yan’s eyes lit up with a slight brightness.

Shulu Xi had an active mind, surrounded at home by wives and concubines, and he knew quite a bit about women.

It seemed like keeping Shulu Xi around today was the right choice.

Yelu Yan sipped his tea and, looking up, saw Shulu Xi watching him with a smile. Clearing his throat, he spoke in a light tone, "The idea is just so-so."

Shulu Xi chuckled, hinting without revealing the meaning, "Khan, if there’s nothing else, your humble servant will take his leave now."

Yelu Yan nodded slightly, picked up his teacup, and continued drinking, but the smile on his lips was unmistakably clear.

...

Xuanyi Pavilion’s second courtyard.

Li Xianyun was discussing with several Imperial Physicians the conditions for enrolling students in the school.

One of the Imperial Physicians spoke humorously and wittily, and Li Xianyun was quite amiable; within this relaxed atmosphere, his wit had Li Xianyun and the other Imperial Physicians laughing merrily.

Li Xianyun had always loved to laugh, and when she did, her small face turned slightly red, sweet dimples appearing, almost laughing to the point of tearing up.

Out of nowhere, someone said, "Pay respects to the Khan," and Li Xianyun looked towards the entrance to see Yelu Yan’s tall and upright figure.

Everyone rose to greet Yelu Yan and tactfully made their exit.

The Khan had always been one to keep his emotions under wraps, yet today was somewhat unusual. Despite his usual impassive expression, one could feel the icy aura enveloping him, as if he was angry.

As that witty Imperial Physician passed by, Yelu Yan’s glance followed him.

Slightly chubby, fair-skinned, not bad-looking, but not particularly handsome either.

Youlan and Jinwu were the last to leave, closing the doors from the outside.

Li Xianyun stood up and walked over, naturally wrapping her arms around Yelu Yan’s arm, pressing her body against his, "My lord, it’s not yet dark, why have you come?"

"The darkness has yet to fall; can’t I come if it’s not yet dark?" Yelu Yan replied petulantly.

Li Xianyun had already figured out that Yelu Yan’s jealousy had been riled up once again.

She let go of Yelu Yan’s arm and, instead, tiptoed to wrap her arms around his neck, looking up at him, "Yes, how troublesome indeed, you interrupting like this."

"You..."

"My lord, have I angered you?" Li Xianyun’s eyes curved into a smile.

"No."

"Good, no anger then. My lord, you should head back by yourself; I still have quite a few matters to discuss with the Imperial Physicians," Li Xianyun said, releasing her soft arms.

Yelu Yan stretched out his arm and firmly pulled her into his embrace, "Thinking of sending me away? Don’t even consider it."

Li Xianyun playfully tilted her head and looked at him, "Since you’re not leaving, let’s share a kiss."

There’s nothing a kiss can’t solve.

Thus speaking, Li Xianyun tiptoed to kiss his warm, soft lips.

Initially, Yelu Yan remained unmoved, but after a few pecks from Li Xianyun, he embarrassingly began to reciprocate.

He kissed and nibbled at her mouth.

Although Li Xianyun was on her toes, wrapped in Yelu Yan’s tight embrace, her slender waist supported by him, she didn’t feel tired despite standing on tiptoe.

After a kiss light as a dragonfly skimming the water.

Li Xianyun dropped back onto her heels, looking up at him, her eyes shimmering like waves, brazenly hooking his soul.

How could such light kisses satisfy Yelu Yan?

He bent down, intending to continue the kiss.

Li Xianyun, however, raised her hand to gently cover his lips, chuckling, "My lord, still jealous?"

"You’ve noticed I’m jealous, and you still deliberately tease me?"

Li Xianyun’s smile was gently radiant, "This is what they call fighting poison with poison."

"This poison you’ve employed surely isn’t enough."

Yelu Yan said, removing her small hand, and then pressed his lips heavily onto hers.

Li Xianyun did not open her mouth to respond.

Here, tables and chairs were arranged for future scholars to study—how could such a sacred place be defiled?

But Yelu Yan evidently didn’t think the same, and instead wanted to delve deeper.

He lifted his hand to pinch Li Xianyun’s delicate chin, gently squeezed, and with a soft "mmh" from her, Li Xianyun was forced to open her mouth.

Yelu Yan, who had been lingering outside, ventured in.

Li Xianyun let out a delicate "mm," closed her eyes, and tried to dodge backward.

But in the next moment, Yelu Yan’s large palm stretched forward, clasping the back of her head firmly, rendering her unable to escape—she could only open her mouth in silence, letting him traverse back and forth.

The room illuminated by the setting sun seemed to be filled with countless particles of golden powder shimmering in flux.

Dreamlike and beautiful.

The quiet room was filled with the sounds of a man and a woman kissing and their increasingly scorching breaths.

When Yelu Yan released Li Xianyun’s tender lips and kissed her delicate cheek, Li Xianyun finally got the chance to speak.

"My lord, it’s getting late; let’s return to the palace sooner."

"But I desire more," he responded.

Li Xianyun blushed with shame.

Yelu Yan was like a stallion—ready to mate at any time and place.

"Not here."

Wouldn’t it also work in the carriage?

Yelu Yan stopped the kissing, slightly lifting his head to look at her, "Why not here? Because of that man?"

He watched Li Xianyun intently, not missing any slight change in her expression as though if she said one wrong word, today she would find herself bending under him.

So easily made jealous.

Li Xianyun really wanted to kick him, but under the current circumstances, if she spoke a word in defense of the Imperial Physician, she would not meet with good end.

Forget it, best to appease him first.

"My lord, this is a school; it’s not proper for us to behave so indecorously here, right?"

Before she could finish, Yelu Yan continued his kisses on her cheek, moving towards her ear, "What’s improper about it? I want you to think of me whenever you stand in this school."

His voice was deep and seductive.

"Don’t," Li Xianyun softly protested.

Yelu Yan, while pulling at her clothes, kissed her neck and collarbone, completely ignoring her.

Her voice was like a pebble tossed into the ocean waves, causing only the slightest of ripples.

Li Xianyun pushed him and coaxed him, but it was all in vain.

Until her clothes were wide open, and Yelu Yan reached into her undergarment, grasping one.

Li Xianyun quickly caught his large hand, her face blushing red.

"My lord, this is too blatant; there, inside, there’s a room for resting."

It was a room that Li Xianyun had planned to set aside for teachers on duty to rest.

Inside, there was no bed, just tables and chairs.

But Yelu Yan, being wickedly inspired, refused to go there, lifting her undergarment and burying his head within.

Li Xianyun almost cried out in surprise.

Pushing him, shoving him.

In the end, Li Xianyun still capitulated, speaking with a voice filled with shyness and timidity, "My lord, I implore you."

Only then did Yelu Yan’s head emerge from its conquest.

Li Xianyun, clutching her nearly unseated clothing, hurriedly glanced at him.

Yelu Yan bowed his head and kissed Li Xianyun deeply, then picked her up horizontally and strode briskly towards the inner room.