The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 75 - 0 I really like it (second update)

Chapter 75: 075 I really like it (second update)

Chapter 75: 075 I really like it (second update)

Yelu Yan watched Li Xianyun from afar, only to see her sitting quietly and obediently on the swing chair, engrossed in her book.

She leaned gently against the back of the chair, holding the book with her pale, delicate hands, the bottom resting on her legs, absorbed in her reading.

A breeze wafted by, lightly lifting the strands of hair at her temple, making her entire being appear calm yet vibrant, strikingly beautiful.

In front of her lay newly turned fields, the outer dark soil having dried a bit, tinged with a faint whitish hue.

Above her towered a tall plane tree, its broad leaves fluttering softly in the breeze, making a quiet “shush, shush, shush” sound.

The scene was as beautiful as a painting, and within this painting, the most captivating was clearly the young girl lost in the pages of her book.

Youlan, seeing Yelu Yan approaching, didn’t dare to disturb her and executed a curtsy before silently retreating.

Jinwu also tactfully and quietly made his exit, actually eager to leave.

Just standing at the doorway of the Drying Room, he had spotted many leftover servings of ice porridge in the large iron basin – a perfect opportunity for a hearty bowl.

After a while, Yelu Yan slowly made his way towards Li Xianyun.

Just then, a canary-yellow butterfly flew over the pages of Li Xianyun’s book.

Li Xianyun, without thinking, looked up, a tender smile gracing her lips, and at that moment, she saw the tall and formidable man walking towards her.

Their gazes fiercely locked onto each other.

The canary-yellow butterfly flew by Yelu Yan, heading into the grass not far away.

Seeing Yelu Yan, Li Xianyun was momentarily startled and prepared to stand and greet him.

Yelu Yan bent his mouth into a smile, “Stay seated, no need for formalities.”

Hearing this, Li Xianyun remained seated.

Yelu Yan watched Li Xianyun, a smile tinging his lips as he walked under the plane tree, the large patches of shade enveloping him.

He stood tall, looking up at the plane tree’s dense, verdant branches and leaves.

A gentle breeze came through, causing the branches and leaves to rustle, and the warm light of the setting sun to softly shimmer; tiny green or blue dragonflies could be seen dancing amidst the leaves.

Yelu Yan smiled, “This place is truly nice indeed.”

No wonder she always loved coming here.

Li Xianyun looked up at him and asked with a smile, “Khan, how come you have returned?”

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It seemed this was always her opening line, for she truly didn’t know what else to say to Yelu Yan.

Yelu Yan, looking down at Li Xianyun’s delicate little face, with a rising smile asked, “What, do you not wish for Khan to return?”

Li Xianyun didn’t expect him to say that and laughed, “How could that be? This is your palace; you can come back whenever you want, I was just asking.”

Yelu Yan, with a smile still playing at the corners of his lips, said, “This is your palace as well.”

His gaze seemed to carry warmth, causing Li Xianyun to quickly avert her eyes.

She could still feel Yelu Yan’s intense gaze, and, slightly biting her lip, she spoke to change the subject, “Would you like to sit in the swing chair?”

She intended to break the tension with words, but it only brought them closer together.

She truly was not adept at changing the subject, often backfiring every time.

At her words, Yelu Yan’s smile deepened, striding over with his long legs, he looked at Li Xianyun and slowly sat down.

Not too far, not too close, keeping a comfortable distance from her.

Yelu Yan was indeed much too tall and broad, making Li Xianyun appear pitifully delicate in comparison.

Yelu Yan eyed the book in Li Xianyun’s hands, his lips curving upward, “What are you reading?”

Li Xianyun marked the page she was reading with her finger, revealing the book’s title.

“The Book of Songs,” Yelu Yan smiled.

He understood Chinese characters.

A smile lingering in his eyes, Yelu Yan said, “I thought you would only read medical texts or books on devices and the like.”

Li Xianyun replied with a smile, “The books I read are quite varied.”

“Is this book interesting?” Yelu Yan asked.

He had heard of the book but had never read it.

On one hand, he had no time for such books, and on the other, the people and affairs he dealt with were too complex; he had no leisure for such pursuits.

Yelu Yan was like a heavy wheel, constantly rolling forward, never stopping.

Li Xianyun nodded and said, “I admire the writing in this book, it’s very beautiful.”

Yelu Yan’s gaze lingered on her, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

Having grown up in the military, he was accustomed to the clash of swords, brutal combat, and cunning schemes; Li Xianyun’s life was peaceful and blissful, just like her—gentle, delicate, calm, and graceful. She was like a painting, and like a poem, which made him unable to resist drawing closer.

Perhaps because she was so lovely, he unconsciously tempered his roughness and aggression, becoming cautious when near her.

Li Xianyun turned to look at Yelu Yan but realized he was also watching her.

The depths of Yelu Yan’s inscrutable tiger eyes held too much that she couldn’t understand, making her feel vaguely afraid.

Why did it seem like Yelu Yan was a predator poised to strike, and she, a small defenseless rabbit in the hunter’s gaze?

This illusion made her heart beat chaotically.

Li Xianyun averted her gaze and lightly bit her rosy lips, saying, “Khan, I would like to leave the palace tomorrow to check on the progress at the Ice Porridge Shop and Drying Room.”

Yelu Yan nodded and said, “Tomorrow, I will dispatch more people to protect you.”

Li Xianyun looked at him and said, “There’s no need; Zhuo Ma and Bater are highly skilled in martial arts, their protection is sufficient.”

Yelu Yan stared at her and asked, “What time will you leave tomorrow?”

“We will set out early in the morning, so we can return earlier,” Li Xianyun said.

Yelu Yan hummed in acknowledgment and instructed, “Be careful.”

“I will.”

Seeing that Yelu Yan had no intention of leaving, Li Xianyun then said, “Khan, I made some ice porridge, would you like to have some?”

“No need, I have to go to the military camp, I will return late tonight.”

“Hmm,” Li Xianyun said, “You will eat on time, right?”

Zhuo Ma often said that Yelu Yan’s eating habits were very irregular, so Li Xianyun took note of this.

After asking, she regretted it. Was she showing too much concern for him, possibly leading him to think she had ulterior motives?

Thinking this, Li Xianyun gently bit her rosy lower lip.

Yelu Yan watched her with a smile, noticing her small action.

Every time she felt shy, she would do this; it had become a subconscious gesture.

“I will heed your words and eat properly,” Yelu Yan said.

The words were somewhat flirtatious, and Li Xianyun’s ears slowly turned red; she looked straight ahead and nodded slightly.

Yelu Yan, seeing her adorable expression, chuckled, “Next time you want to go somewhere, tell the servants so they know your whereabouts, to prevent them from not being able to find you.”

To prevent them from not being able to find you, to prevent him from worrying.

Li Xianyun didn’t think too much of it and obediently hummed in agreement.

Yelu Yan said, “Ice porridge is quite cold; you should eat less of it, too much is not good for your health.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m leaving now,” Yelu Yan said.

“Okay.”

As Yelu Yan stood up, Li Xianyun saw a beautiful sachet hanging at his waist.

The black silk was embroidered with a delicate white snow lotus.

It was one she had embroidered for him.

Following her gaze, Yelu Yan smiled and said, “The mosquito-repellent sachet is very useful; I like it a lot.”