The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 625 - 623, my lord, your face... (first update)

Li Xianyun buried her small face deeply in Yelu Yan’s neck, her tears that had been held back for a long time finally rolling down uncontrollably.

In the face of a loved one, a single look or gesture could easily release the tears that had been suppressed for a long time.

"My husband."

Yelu Yan’s eyebrows furrowed tightly as he held her close, his face pressed firmly against her head.

Seeing her so sad shattered his heart, the pain piercing through Yelu Yan like a thousand arrows.

The two embraced for a moment.

Finally, Li Xianyun lifted her head.

Yelu Yan also loosened his embrace slightly, still half-kneeling on the ground, squatting as he held her.

Li Xianyun, already delicate by nature, appeared even more fragile and gentle wrapped in the strong arms of Yelu Yan.

Seeing her eyes slightly red and the corners wet with teardrops, Yelu Yan raised his hand to gently wipe the moist traces from her face, softly coaxing, "Xianxian, whatever it is, we’ll face it together. No more crying, alright?"

While Yelu Yan was wiping her tears, Li Xianyun also lifted her hand to dry her eyes.

"My husband, your face..."

She said as she lifted her hands to cradle Yelu Yan’s cheeks.

The wound was somewhat long, likely sliced by an arrow. If it had been a little off, it would have been disastrous for his eye.

Li Xianyun had long known that the battlefield was blind to who it struck, but seeing her own man injured still made her heart ache.

"It’s nothing."

Li Xianyun gazed deeply into Yelu Yan’s eyes, her hand caressing his handsome cheek, her soft fingertips gently touching the scar, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn’t hurt," Yelu Yan replied, gazing back at her.

What was such a minor injury to him?

Yelu Yan gently brushed away some messy strands of hair at her forehead, "Show me that letter."

They finally got to the difficult matter at hand.

Li Xianyun pulled the intercepted letter from her sleeve.

Yelu Yan took it and glanced over it, his expression not changing much.

He had always been a master strategist, thinking ten steps ahead, and with his ominous premonitions growing, he became even more cautious.

Ever since they had lost contact with the Li Family members, Yelu Yan had prepared for the worst scenario and dispatched more people to search around Maoxian and nearby areas.

According to spies from Houliang, there were no traces of the Li Family members found within the territories of Houliang, meaning they were still in Houtang, still near Maoxian.

Yelu Yan lifted his eyes to the pile of bags inside the carriage, his gaze icy, his heart sinking into an abyss.

"Xianxian, are you planning to go to Houliang?"

Li Xianyun’s expression was sorrowful, "My husband, you know I have no choice."

Although hard to say, the words had to be spoken eventually.

The carriage fell into a silence as if steeped in death, where one could hear a pin drop.

Just as Li Xianyun was figuring out how to persuade him, she heard Yelu Yan say, "Okay. Whatever decision you make, I will support it."

Li Xianyun looked up at him in astonishment, her voice tinged with sorrow, "I’m sorry."

What consequences this trip to Houliang might bring to Yelu Yan, how could she not know?

Despite the Khitan claiming victory, the newly enthroned Queen of Khan had gone to Houliang.

A victory that somewhat resembled a defeat.

Yelu Yan would also become the laughingstock of the world—his wife handed over to another.

Yelu Yan wiped the tears that fell again on Li Xianyun’s face, grasping the back of her neck, their foreheads pressed together, "Xianxian, I don’t want to put you in a difficult position, I just want you to do what you want to do."

With those words, Li Xianyun’s tears flowed even more fiercely.

From the beginning, Yelu Yan had always respected her, carefully protecting her, never allowing her to suffer even the slightest grievance.

And even now, it was still the same.

Although he was loath to let her go, although he was heartbroken by her departure,

he endured it.

In front of him and his family, she had chosen the latter and forsaken him, which was enough to make him suffer, yet he still managed to say, "I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, I want her to do what she wants."

So considerate at every turn.

How could this man be so good?

How could she not feel guilty, how could she not blame herself?

Li Xianyun cupped Yelu Yan’s cheeks with her small hands, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips.

As she kissed him, tears streamed down her tender cheeks.

Yelu Yan, as if touched deep within, tightened his grip on the back of Li Xianyun’s head and kissed her back fervently.

The two poured their fiery emotions and churning feelings into this close, tight kiss.

After an intense kiss, they both gasped for air, staring at each other foolishly.

Li Xianyun spoke first, "My lord, let’s do it one last time."

With this farewell, everything would change in an instant; she was gambling, yet unsure if she could win.

Li Xianyun also wanted to tell him she wished to bear his child, but this thought shattered as quickly as it had formed in her mind.

What an absurd action.

What an irresponsible thought.

She could hardly take care of herself, so why bring a child into this world? Not only to make the child suffer but also to make him another weakness that others could exploit against her. freewёbnoνel.com

"Okay." Yelu Yan rolled down the carriage window, looked outside, and commanded softly, "Set out for Hengzhou."

Hearing this, everyone hurriedly returned to their positions by the carriage.

The carriage rolled forward, swaying.

With the swaying of the carriage, the man and woman inside became entwined.

The woman sat astride the man’s legs, her clothes fallen away, displaying all her beauty to the man.

The man gripped her slender waist, moving intensely for an hour, and when the passion peaked, he stopped.

He looked up and kissed the soft, delicate woman in his arms.

Li Xianyun’s face blushed deeply; her soft arms hung limply from Yelu Yan’s body, her small hands helplessly holding his strong shoulders.

Yelu Yan kissed her cheeks, her chest, each kiss profound, lingering.

All the terrible emotions enticed endless desires.

Yelu Yan became more indulgent.

Li Xianyun let him.

Although he was more ferocious than that night, Li Xianyun was not scared at all.

She wanted to give him more, yet more, to compensate for the hurt she had caused him.

Although it was a mere trifle, Li Xianyun still did her best.

The carriage traveled on, and the two figures entwined as they approached Hengzhou City, where Yelu Yan finally stepped out, holding on to her waist.

Yelu Yan was indeed tall, and when Li Xianyun tried to get down from his lap, she needed to find some support for her feet.

But her legs were already so weak and numb.

Even though a moment ago she had been sitting on Yelu Yan, as well as leaning on the chair or the carriage wall, her legs were still numb.

As Li Xianyun moved slightly, Yelu Yan picked her up and firmly set her on a chair beside him.

The reason he hadn’t immediately picked her up was that he had been picking his clothes up from the ground to place on the chair for her to sit on.

As he set Li Xianyun on the chair, Yelu Yan looked down at her, "Are you okay?"

His reason finally returned at that moment, beginning to regret his unrestrained brutality just before.

Li Xianyun glanced at him hurriedly, not daring to look him in the eyes, and softly nodded, "Mm," as she picked up the clothes scattered on the ground.