The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 575 - 573 My Lord, are you feeling jealous? (First update)
Chapter 575: 573 My Lord, are you feeling jealous? (First update)
Yelu Yan had just sat in the carriage when he pulled Li Xianyun into his embrace.
At that moment, as the carriage door was just closing, Youlan, who was closing the door, caught a glimpse of the pair’s overlapping silhouettes and couldn’t help but blush.
The Khan was tall and mighty, and his master petite and exquisite; they truly were a well-matched pair.
After closing the carriage door, Youlan climbed into the carriage behind.
Jinwu rode up on his horse; he had been watching Youlan from the beginning.
With the Khan and the Queen present, Jinwu dared not approach his beloved wife, but now he finally had the chance to speak with Youlan.
Jinwu got closer and gently tapped on the carriage window.
Youlan opened the window and immediately saw Jinwu riding on a tall horse—her man.
Jinwu smiled and pulled a small packet of pastries from his sleeve, handing it over, "Did you not eat your fill just now? I brought you some snacks from the dining hall."
Youlan laughed, "Thank you, Jin... husband, my lord."
She was still used to calling him Big Brother Jin and not used to calling him my lord.
"Did you eat your fill just now?" Youlan looked up at him.
Jinwu scratched his head with a "hmm" and a smile, and said sheepishly, "You eat, I’ll go guard the front."
"Okay."
Jinwu, after speaking, did not ride away; instead, he continued to gaze at Youlan like a lovesick fool.
Youlan was amused by him, "Is there something else?"
Jinwu hadn’t said anything yet but already his face flushed, "You haven’t been resting well these past few days. If you’re tired, take a nap in the carriage."
Youlan’s face also turned red at his first few words; she hadn’t been resting well these days, and it was nobody’s fault but her own.
She averted her gaze, saying softly, "I understand, now go."
Only then did Jinwu look deep into her eyes, closed the carriage window for her, and rode away.
Li Xianyun was placed by Yelu Yan with her legs apart, straddling his lap, and wrapped tightly in his arms, pressed close to him.
Li Xianyun rested her small hand on Yelu Yan’s broad, muscular shoulder, looking at him with a smile that was ambiguous, containing too many things.
Yelu Yan took whatever he desired, never allowing himself to suffer.
He bowed his head and captured Li Xianyun’s lips fiercely, kissing her intensely, his mouth exploring hers.
Li Xianyun opened her mouth to welcome him, entwining with him.
After their indulgent kiss, Yelu Yan slightly lifted his head, creating a small distance between them, but their faces remained almost touching, just inches apart.
Li Xianyun raised her delicate hands, cupping his large ears and rubbing them, and laughed, "My lord, are you jealous?" Earlier, when everyone was kneeling in reverence to Yelu Yan, Li Xianyun had also looked his way.
At the entrance of the dining hall, Yelu Yan stood tall, and although he hid his emotions well, Li Xianyun still sensed something amiss.
Putting herself in his shoes, if she saw Yelu Yan laughing heartily among a crowd of women, she’d probably be upset as well.
Yelu Yan’s thoughts were seen through, but he did not want to admit it and still pretended to be magnanimous, saying, "I am not jealous, as long as you are happy, that’s all that matters."
He was jealous, overwhelmingly so.
But Yelu Yan did not want Li Xianyun to think he was petty.
He could only swallow the bitterness like gritted teeth and feigned broad-mindedness.
In his heart, Yelu Yan repeatedly consoled himself, convinced that he knew her, a simple and kind woman—how could she fall for someone else?
But there was still another voice in his heart:
Even the longest affections have their day of weariness. Compared to those craftspeople, he had never danced, rarely sang; he even thought of himself as stiff and dull. How could Li Xianyun not feel the same?
Facing all sorts of men, what if Li Xianyun’s heart really did sway?
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The thought nearly left Yelu Yan gasping for breath.
But then again, women likely detest men who don’t trust them, detest those petty, jealous types.
So, even though he fell into a vat of vinegar and was soaking in it, bubbling up, he still feigned indifference, gritting his teeth and forcing himself to say magnanimous words.
Upon hearing his words, Li Xianyun almost couldn’t hold back, wanting to burst out laughing.
Yelu Yan’s words were clearly against his true feelings.
Li Xianyun cradled Yelu Yan’s face, mushing his handsome features into a comical shape.
Yelu Yan had always let her toy with him and didn’t resist, just looking at her with his deep eyes.
"Husband, you’re not telling the truth. You’re clearly jealous, so why won’t you admit it? Hm?" Li Xianyun said in her sweet voice.
"No," Yelu Yan stubbornly denied.
Li Xianyun looked at him, her eyes brimming with laughter.
This man’s mouth was as unbending as his body.
Li Xianyun, eager to tease him, said, "Husband, if that’s the case, next time I eat in the dining hall, may I join them in their singing and dancing?"
Yelu Yan’s expression turned serious in a flash, and any feigned humor vanished from his eyes as he spoke deliberately, "You dare?"
Li Xianyun laughed, "Why wouldn’t I dare? Didn’t you say I can do whatever I want as long as I’m happy?"
"You..." Yelu Yan was in a rush of anger, but he couldn’t bring himself to lose his temper at her, couldn’t bring himself to be harsh, and he swallowed back the words he was about to say.
Li Xianyun was teasing him; how could Yelu Yan not know?
Yet he was still aggravated by her words.
Li Xianyun found Yelu Yan increasingly both straightforward and adorable, and she couldn’t help but lean in to passionately press her lips against his.
Yelu Yan’s body tensed slightly, as if he transitioned from Avici Hell to nirvana in an instant.
In matters of love, Yelu Yan was always lacking in self-control; Li Xianyun just needed to beckon him with a finger, and he would eagerly hurry over.
Facing Li Xianyun’s initiative, Yelu Yan closed his eyes, opening his mouth, wanting to capture her tender lips.
But Li Xianyun playfully withdrew, watching him with a sparkling smile.
Yelu Yan maintained the motion of opening his mouth, his body radiating wildness, laden with desire.
Li Xianyun watched him with a radiant smile, "Husband, just admit it, you’re jealous."
Yelu Yan gritted his teeth, "I am jealous! Seeing a bunch of men flaunting themselves before you, even the most tolerant man couldn’t stand it."
Flaunting themselves?
It was just regular dancing and singing, how did it become flaunting?
Li Xianyun eventually couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud.
Yelu Yan’s rough hand gently patted Li Xianyun’s shapely behind, his dissatisfaction clear, "Seeing me jealous makes you this happy?"
He had always conducted himself with integrity, drawing a clear line with other women, resenting the thought of making her the slightest bit jealous.
Yet, Li Xianyun seemed as though she would love nothing more than to see him jealous.
This woman was asking for a tease.
Thinking this, Yelu Yan felt a physical response.
Li Xianyun restrained herself a bit, but still said with a laugh, "Husband, they were just dancing spontaneously, how can you say they were flaunting?"
Yelu Yan "hmphed" dismissively, "What now? Already elbowing out for others?"
Li Xianyun’s fair face flushed with laughter, wondering how her attempts at clarification only seemed to make things worse.
She cleared her throat, then in a solemn and serious manner, she said:
"Husband, there’s no need for you to be jealous. Look, is there any man in the dining hall even worth a glance? Which one of them is as handsome as my husband, which one as valiant, which one as stately? As the saying goes, ’Once you’ve known the vast ocean, shallow waters seem lacking; beside Wushan, no cloud can compare.’ Having such a wonderful husband already, how could I possibly take notice of those worthless shrimps?"
