The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 588 - 586 Xianxian, what should I do with you? (Second update)

Chapter 588: 586 Xianxian, what should I do with you? (Second update)

Seeing Li Xianyun’s gently inveigling demeanor, Yelu Yan’s anger subsided a bit, but he still did not relent.

"Death penalty may be spared, but punishment is unavoidable..."

Li Xianyun let out a little cry and, on tiptoes, wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan’s neck, pulling him down a bit, and like a small rabbit, she hopped twice in his embrace, coquettishly saying, "My lord, can’t you hear me out?"

Then she shook his neck, "Please, huh?"

Li Xianyun’s voice was naturally tender and pleasant to hear, and now with her speaking in an even more coquettish tone, it made Yelu Yan’s heart turn soft and tender, as if he would agree to any request she might make.

In fact, that was indeed the case; whatever Li Xianyun said, he would never disagree.

Yelu Yan finally let out a light sigh and embraced Li Xianyun even tighter, their necks crossing as he hugged her, "Xianxian, what am I to do with you?"

Yelu Yan was always extremely careful in his care for Li Xianyun, to the extent that he didn’t even know how to treat her best.

It was as if he feared she would melt in his mouth or slip through his fingers.

So it felt, this deep, bone-deep affection for someone.

And yet, he had still been negligent, having let her fall into danger.

Those Hidden Guards had let their guard down, and he too had been unvigilant.

He had thought that by keeping Li Xianyun close to him, he could prevent any danger, but things had gone contrary to his wishes, leaving him both afraid and filled with guilt and self-reproach.

Yelu Yan was strong and physically imposing, his arms thick and solid, his embrace iron-like, and now, encircling her, he almost lifted her tiptoes off the ground.

Holding him, Li Xianyun spoke with a tender voice, "My lord, does this mean you have agreed?"

Yelu Yan gave a deep "Hmm" in response, "I won’t punish them, but they still need their reprimand."

"I’ll scold them," Li Xianyun hurriedly chimed in.

"No, I must do it myself."

If he were to deal with this leniently, they would surely not take it seriously. What if they were to abandon their posts again?

Li Xianyun bit her lip lightly; she knew this was the biggest concession Yelu Yan could make, "Alright, as you say."

Yelu Yan, quite satisfied with her attitude, slightly bent down and swept Li Xianyun up in a horizontal carry. ƒreewebɳovel.com

He walked straight to the Taishi Chair in front of the desk and seated himself, placing her sideways across his legs, looking down at her intently.

His deep, tiger-like eyes were like two lakes filled with inscrutable tenderness.

Leaning on Yelu Yan’s solid shoulder, Li Xianyun let him arrange the hairs on her forehead with his rough fingertips, allowed him to gently kiss her forehead, and allowed him to take her small hand and tenderly knead it in his palm.

"Xianxian, I will protect you, and I won’t let you fall into danger again."

Li Xianyun "Hmm"ed in response, and looking up, she pushed her tender, blushing lips towards him, "My lord, a kiss."

This man regarded her as extremely important, and she didn’t know how else to comfort him, except in this way, to soothe his fluctuating emotions.

Yelu Yan opened his mouth and took Li Xianyun’s lips, kissing her deeply with emotion.

It was not about desire but filled with a thick, undissolvable affection.

The next day, on her way back to the Huofu Camp, Li Xianyun clearly felt the soldiers’ gazes on her had changed dramatically.

They all walked past her, even afraid to look her in the eyes.

Let alone getting close to her—that was absolutely not happening.

Li Xianyun looked towards Bater.

Understanding, Bater stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Reporting to the Family Head, last night those two soldiers who were disrespectful to you received severe punishment. It caused quite a commotion, and it has reached the ears of the soldiers."

In reality, Bater, fearing to offend Li Xianyun’s ears, did not go into detail.

Those two soldiers were tormented all night long.

Pieces of flesh were cut away...

Although their mouths were gagged, the moans of agony still sporadically broke through.

The two soldiers tasked with the slow slicing were extremely skilled, each making over three thousand cuts on their victims, exposing chilling white bones in many places, allowing them to die in pain only at the break of dawn.

The soldiers had always known Yelu Yan for his ruthless iron blood, but he generally dealt with enemies or spies by killing them with a single blow, without ordering such torture.

This time the Khan was clearly enraged.

This was evident in the Khan’s protection for Physician Li.

If even the Khan behaved in such a way, who would dare disrespect the fair-skinned and gentle-tempered Physician Li?

Li Xianyun, in the face of others’ respectful distance, did not feel uncomfortable.

This was for the better, as she was initially afraid that her identity as a woman would be exposed; now she no longer had that fear.

The troop proceeded for another day and finally reached the border fortress city adjoining Khitan and Houliang—Yanzhou—at dusk.

Khitan’s territory was vast: mostly grasslands but also not lacking in Gobi deserts.

Yanzhou was situated within the Gobi desert.

Centered around Yanzhou, for miles around, was nothing but Gobi terrain.

But Yanzhou itself was shaded by green trees, with lakes inside, resembling a lone flatboat floating in the immense Gobi wilderness, a rare oasis.

Against the vast horizon, the sunset dyed the western sky red and yellow, and the rolling, dense clouds were also edged with yellow gold.

The yellow-white Gobi terrain and the tall stone walls built of yellow bricks basked in the bright yellow sunlight, appearing all the more desolate and stark.

The entire world seemed to be soaked in a sea of golden yellow.

Li Xianyun sat inside a carriage, lifting the curtain to gaze upon this scene, and an endless melancholy surged in her heart.

When a state flourishes, the people suffer; when a state falls, the people suffer.

Regardless of rise or fall, wars bring the rulers benefits and face, while to the people they bring endless, unhealable sorrow.

Xianyun hoped that Yelu Yan could soon quell the wars, allowing the people to live peacefully and happily.

Thinking this, her gaze turned to Yelu Yan at the very front of the procession.

Due to Yelu Yan’s special arrangement, the supply carts of the Huofu Camp were very close to the front of the troop, including Li Xianyun’s carriage, making it easy for Yelu Yan to look back and check on her from time to time.

Though there were times when Yelu Yan looked back and Li Xianyun was within the carriage, unable to see anyone, just glancing at the carriage Li Xianyun rode in was good enough.

This was what was meant by "love me, love my dog."

Yelu Yan, dressed in silver-white heavy armor and mounted on the robust Chestnut Flame Horse, radiated a daunting spirit and commanding presence that inspired awe in all who saw him.

This was her man.

A man with the world in his heart, conquering in every direction, utterly unbeatable.

A man with compassion for all living things under heaven, ruling supreme, was the most enchanting of all.

A sense of pride ignited in Li Xianyun’s heart, captivated by her own man.

With that thought, her cheeks suddenly burned hot.

Just then, Yelu Yan seemed to sense something, turning his head back to look toward the carriage, and caught Li Xianyun lifting the curtain, gazing dreamily at him.

Separated by the crowd, the two looked at each other from afar.

Li Xianyun, feeling a bit like a thief with a guilty conscience, let her hand drop, and the curtain suddenly fell, cutting her off from the outside world.

Seeing this, Yelu Yan was at first taken aback, but then guessed what was going on and couldn’t help but smile.

Yet with the army all around, it was not appropriate to express too much joy.

On the surface, Yelu Yan remained impassive, but inwardly his emotions were already stirred, his heart blossoming with joy.

Youlan noticed her master’s face flushed with a rosy tinge and asked with concern, "Master, are you feeling unwell?"

Li Xianyun shook her head, "No."