The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 590 - 588 This poor man’s first birthday (second watch)

After dealing with official duties, the sky had already turned pitch black.

Yelu Yan went straight to the main building and saw that it was brightly lit; it seemed that Li Xianyun hadn’t gone to bed yet.

He couldn’t help but quicken his pace.

The maid at the door tried to pay respects to Yelu Yan, but he gestured for her to stop with a raise of his hand.

Yelu Yan wanted to see what his woman was up to while he was away.

In the main courtyard, Li Xianyun didn’t need to conceal her identity.

Inside and out, everyone belonged to Yelu Yan, allowing Li Xianyun to live more freely and comfortably.

Yelu Yan ascended the steps of the main building, "Where is the Queen?"

The maid replied respectfully, "Reporting to Khan, the Queen is in the flower hall."

At this, Yelu Yan strode toward the flower hall.

Before he reached the entrance, he could hear the occasional voices coming from inside.

Yelu Yan immediately recognized the soft and tender voice of his woman.

It was as though it had some sort of magic, instantly dispelling the fatigue from his body.

The corners of Yelu Yan’s mouth unconsciously curved upward as he arrived at the entrance of the flower hall, bowing his head and listening to the sounds from inside.

Under the dim light, Youlan admired the black cotton boots Li Xianyun had just finished and said with envy, "Master, they look really nice; Khan will surely be especially fond of them if he sees them."

Li Xianyun laughed and said, "I don’t care whether he likes them or not; he’ll have to wear them anyway."

After they had shared their feelings, Li Xianyun often made clothes for Yelu Yan.

From the inner to the outer layers, all the clothing he wore were made by her hands.

She still remembered the first piece of clothing she gave to him, a robe, dark in color, which he preferred to wear.

After it was completed, Li Xianyun thought it was too plain and dull, so she embroidered some patterns of small leaves at the cuffs and collar with gold thread.

By the time Yelu Yan was dismissed from court, dusk had already settled.

Li Xianyun took out the clothing and had him put it on.

Yelu Yan smiled so broadly his mouth couldn’t close, his face flushed with joy; he held up Li Xianyun by her pert behind, lifting her up in an upright position, and kissed her over and over.

It made Li Xianyun somewhat embarrassed and rather sympathetic towards the man who was holding her up.

Yelu Yan sent her gifts every day.

Food, clothes, accessories, and toys, he sent her an endless variety of things, constantly changing.

And yet, she had only made him a robe, and he was this happy.

It made Li Xianyun wonder if she had been too harsh on her own man.

After that day, Yelu Yan always wore the robe Li Xianyun had personally sewn.

He was very careful when wearing it and paid great attention to it all the time, fearing that it would get stained or the threads might come off—he treasured it immensely.

Even Jinwu said that Yelu Yan boasted about his beloved robe in front of Sixth Prince and Shulu Xi.

Seeing him so pitiful, Li Xianyun took some time to make several more pieces of clothing for him: robes, undergarments, tunics, and trousers—all to ensure Yelu Yan had enough to change into.

From then on, Yelu Yan no longer wore clothes made by others, choosing only those made by Li Xianyun.

Under Qiu Qianyun’s personal guidance and instruction, Li Xianyun had become quite proficient with needlework, her hands particularly nimble.

She seemed to have a natural talent for needlework, making whatever she created look exactly like the real thing. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Before Li Rui had recognized his ancestors and returned to the royal family, Li Xianyun often embroidered items with Qiu Qianyun and had them taken to the market to sell.

The moment the embroideries were displayed, they would sell out in no time.

At that time, she and Qiu Qianyun earned quite a bit of money to supplement the household.

Embroideresses from the Weaving Pavilion wanted to take her as an apprentice, which Li Xianyun refused.

Those embroideresses were not even as good as her mother and grandmother, so why bother looking further afield?

Seeing how much Yelu Yan liked the clothes she made for him, Li Xianyun made him many more, enough to last him a long time.

Li Xianyun had made many clothes for Yelu Yan, but she had never made shoes for him.

Making shoes was not like making clothes; it was more laborious – drawing shoe patterns, sewing shoe soles, constructing the uppers, and also embroidering patterns on them required both time and effort.

Especially for sewing the soles, one had to stack and arrange the fabric thickly, cut it according to the pattern, and then stitch the thick soles together, stitch by stitch.

Li Xianyun was simply too busy — where would she find the time and energy to make shoes?

So she thought she’d find an opportunity to make them for Yelu Yan later.

By chance, Li Xianyun learned from Zhuo Ma that Yelu Yan’s birthday was approaching, and she decided to make him a pair of shoes.

Li Xianyun thought of something and instructed Youlan seriously, "Youlan, don’t go spreading the word about my making shoes for the Khan. This is a birthday gift I’m preparing for him."

According to Zhuo Ma, Yelu Yan really disliked celebrating his birthday and never let others celebrate it for him.

The outside world couldn’t understand why, but Li Xianyun knew.

Yelu Yan avoided his birthday because he feared it would remind him of his birth mother.

Who doesn’t love their own mother? And who wants to be despised, even abandoned, by their own mother?

Yelu Yan may seem strong and invulnerable, without any flaws, but in reality, he was a living, breathing person, vulnerable just like anyone else.

However, now that Yelu Yan had reunited with Tia and the misunderstanding was cleared, he no longer had a reason to dislike his birthday.

Li Xianyun planned to give Yelu Yan a proper birthday celebration — the poor man’s very first birthday.

Youlan naturally nodded in agreement, then shortly after couldn’t help but frown, "Master, why can’t I get this stitch right? It looks so ugly."

Li Xianyun took over and instructed her on the technique as she threaded the needle.

Yelu Yan heard every word of their conversation, his chest puffed up with excitement and joy, filled to the brim.

In order not to let Li Xianyun know he had been eavesdropping, Yelu Yan turned and headed towards the main building’s entrance.

This scene left the attending maids stunned.

The Khan hurriedly left — could it be that what the Queen just said displeased the Khan, which is why he left in a huff?

But that seemed very unlikely.

How could the Khan, who cherished the Queen so much, bear to be angry with her?

Soon the maids understood why.

At the entrance of the main building, Yelu Yan commanded in a calm voice, "The matter of me eavesdropping on the Queen’s conversation at the entrance of the hall just now must not be known to her, or I will not be lenient."

The few maids knelt down flusteredly and performed a salute, "Yes! We dare not."

Then Yelu Yan said to the maids, "Get up, and go inform the Queen, tell her that I am back."

The people then realized why their Khan had acted out of the ordinary.

One of the maids hurriedly got up and went to the hall to report.

By the time Yelu Yan entered the hall, Li Xianyun had already put away her sewing basket, leaving only Youlan’s basket out.

Li Xianyun thought, if the table were completely empty and they were both sitting idly, it might arouse Yelu Yan’s suspicion.

Seeing Yelu Yan enter, Youlan gave him a respectful salute and considerately retreated towards the door.

Li Xianyun instructed, "Youlan, you can have the meal prepared, the Khan and I will dine in the hall."

"Yes."

Yelu Yan’s eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly, "Xianxian, haven’t you eaten yet?"

"I’m not hungry," Li Xianyun said matter-of-factly.

Yelu Yan wrapped her in his arms, his large hand resting on her slim, straight back and her delicate waist.