The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 569 - 567 Why Don’t You Listen? (Second Update)

In the past few days, because she had to accompany her family, Li Xianyun could only sneak in the time to draw drafts of weapons designs, yet the progress was quite slow.

Now, with a good deal of time at her disposal, she could focus on drawing the drafts earnestly.

At noon, Li Xianyun had someone bring the meal to the Warm Pavilion where she was painting, to dine there.

Yelu Yan, though busy with government affairs, still found the time to come back midday.

When the maid mentioned Li Xianyun had the food brought to the inner chamber, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of concern, fearing she wasn’t feeling well.

Yelu Yan immediately quickened his pace.

Upon entering the inner chamber, he saw Li Xianyun hunched over her painting in the Warm Pavilion and he felt a surge of anger.

Not feeling well, yet still not taking care of herself.

Thinking this, Yelu Yan strode over confidently.

He wanted to see what was keeping her so busy that she couldn’t even eat properly.

Li Xianyun, always focused on her work, was completely absorbed in her painting and didn’t notice Yelu Yan approaching.

Yelu Yan stood behind her, took one glance at her work, and his eyes instantly lit up.

Li Xianyun had drawn many novel weapons, each detailed with notes on their construction methods.

To her left was a stack of finished drafts, clearly ones she had already completed.

Unable to resist, Yelu Yan picked them up, flipping through them in his hands.

Finally noticing someone by her side, Li Xianyun looked up and saw it was Yelu Yan, then continued with her painting.

Yelu Yan carefully went through each draft, every one bringing him a sense of surprise.

After looking through the stack, Yelu Yan gently placed the drafts aside, treasuring the fruits of Li Xianyun’s labor.

Yelu Yan, with his rough hands seasoned by handling weapons, gently rested them on Li Xianyun’s shoulders, leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek, and tenderly pressed his cheek against her smooth face, softly calling, "Xianxian."

His voice carried a deep affection, the two simple syllables laden with profound emotion.

Li Xianyun kept her head down and continued to draw, laughing as she said, "Husband, please move back a bit, don’t interrupt my painting."

But far from stepping back, Yelu Yan took the brush right out of her hand.

This action displeased Li Xianyun, "What are you doing?"

Yelu Yan placed the brush upon the stand, circled around to the front, gently pinched her delicate waist, and made her sit on the desk.

The solid wood desk was large, about one and a half meters wide and two meters long; the spaces for books and for placing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone only occupied a small part in the center, leaving the rest empty.

Plenty of room for some mischief.

Yelu Yan delicately parted Li Xianyun’s legs and stood between them, his large hands circling her slender waist as the two clung tightly together.

Li Xianyun raised her hand and thumped his chest.

His chest was solidly built, causing her hand to ache from the blow.

Yelu Yan caught her hand, the side that had exerted force slightly red.

This woman, soft as if made of water, left red marks at the slightest pressure, always provoking a desire to subdue her thoroughly.

Yelu Yan kissed her little hand near his thin lips, and after a tender kiss, instead of letting go, he continued to play with it in his palm, his eyes gazing into hers, "Not feeling well? Why don’t you rest? Hmm?"

Li Xianyun let him pull on her hand, rubbing her leg gently against him, "Who said I wasn’t feeling well?"

"Then why didn’t you go to the main hall for your meal?"

Li Xianyun looked at the drafts strewn across the desk, "I haven’t finished them yet. How could I just leave them halfway?"

Yelu Yan let out a sigh of relief, grateful she wasn’t unwell.

"Who was it that got so angry because her husband didn’t eat properly? Why don’t you listen when it’s your own turn?"