The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 679 - 677 Side Story 1: If you do everything yourself, what’s the use of having ministers? (First update)

Chapter 679: 677 Side Story 1: If you do everything yourself, what’s the use of having ministers? (First update)

Li Xianyun watched Yelu Yan smile, really wanted to call him a smooth-talker, but she held back and huffed as she turned her head away.

Yelu Yan turned his head to look at her.

Li Xianyun then turned her face the other way.

Yelu Yan followed with his head.

He cheekily grinned at her.

Li Xianyun slapped his big hand, unable to hold back her laughter, "Childish."

Yelu Yan leaned in with a smile, gently resting his chin on her shoulder, his handsome cheek against her small face.

His skin was the color of wheat, and with their faces together, Li Xianyun’s face seemed whiter and smaller, like a beautiful porcelain doll.

Yelu Yan parted his thin lips, "Xianxian, what I said is true, you don’t know how much I missed you."

Again, that same phrase; Li Xianyun’s ears could almost form calluses from hearing it.

Yet, inside, it felt so sweet.

Though she did not say it, she too missed Yelu Yan very much.

After several days, the grand troop finally left the desert and reunited with the army led by Shulu Xi.

During these days, Shulu Xi had been tormented, the wait getting more unbearable with time.

Though Yelu Yan had sent word long ago that they had found her and were on their way back,

they were all anxious until they saw Yelu Yan return safely.

As Shulu Xi and the soldiers caught sight of the team in the vast sands, they all erupted in excitement.

Seeing Li Xianyun in Yelu Yan’s arms, Shulu Xi finally felt relieved—if anything had happened to her, Yelu Yan might have done something drastic.

Fortunately, they found her, narrowly avoiding danger.

After the two armies met, Yelu Yan sent messages to Yaduo and Tia, reassuring them of their safety.

At the same time, Yelu Yan dispatched Shulu Xi to lead the troops back to their station while he kept a hundred men to accompany him, planning to leisurely return to the capital with Li Xianyun by enjoying the scenic mountains and waters.

Acting like a pleasure-seeking, negligent emperor.

A subject must die when an emperor commands death; Shulu Xi had no choice but to take the army and leave as ordered.

Yelu Yan took Li Xianyun to an inn at the frontier to rest.

Once they were alone, Li Xianyun advised Yelu Yan, "Husband, you’ve been away from court for a long time, neglecting many official duties, you should hurry back."

Yelu Yan held her tightly, burying his head in her neck, kissing her neck and clavicle, his free hand covering her bare chest.

Clasping in his palm.

Kneading.

Squeezing.

As Yelu Yan kissed her, he murmured, unclearly, "As a ruler, if one must attend to everything personally, what use are the subjects?"

His hot breath on her body, combined with his magnetic voice and debauched actions.

Everything was irresistibly intoxicating.

Li Xianyun tilted her head back, her eyes lightly closed, her cheeks flushed, exhaling fragrantly.

"But, but uh..."

Yelu Yan kissed her lips, taking away her breath and her rationality.

Entwined kisses.

Deep and light.

Finally stopping.

Yelu Yan looked down at her dewy autumnal eyes with a hint of reproach, "Can’t you concentrate a bit more?"

Li Xianyun’s lips parted slightly, glossy and moist, she timidly uttered, "Hm."

Timidly shy.

Yelu Yan could not help but be aroused, he captured her lips in his mouth, pulling down the clothes on her shoulder.

Li Xianyun’s jade-like skin was completely exposed under the soft lighting.

Having spent these days with bated breath, now that he had regained what he had lost, how could Yelu Yan miss the chance to be tender with her?

He had been deprived for too long; now that his wish was fulfilled, he surged back strongly.

But he suppressed his eagerness, toying with the woman beneath him until she lost her senses, soft on the fresh bedding.

Li Xianyun’s creamy legs wrapped around his strong waist.

She entwined him like a beautiful serpent.

Li Xianyun had clearly fallen deeply.

She moaned softly with her lips parted, snuggling Yelu Yan’s neck while pressing her delicate kisses along his cheek, clinging tightly to him.

Yelu Yan began with slow and gentle touches, but quickened his pace as she surged towards him like a wave.

His powerful arms created a swift wind, his muscles bulging more prominently.

Li Xianyun couldn’t handle this intensity, suddenly embracing him tightly, every inch of her skin seemed tightened to its limit.

The climax reached its peak.

Like lava bursting onto rocks, it slowly, slowly receded, merging into a fiery sea.

Seeing that Li Xianyun relaxed somewhat, the strength in her hands also lessened, Yelu Yan kissed her sweat-dampened cheek and softly asked, "Shall we continue?"

Li Xianyun tightened her arms and hummed affirmatively in his neck.

Yelu Yan resumed his previous actions.

But the heat inside her soared easily up to the clouds again.

Moreover, it came faster and more fiercely than before.

Li Xianyun quickly began to push his hand away.

But this time, Yelu Yan did not acquiesce to her wishes; he maintained his swift pace.

Li Xianyun arched her body, her transparent, rounded nails digging into Yelu Yan’s skin, leaving red marks.

Seeing Li Xianyun moaning fiercely, Yelu Yan finally stopped, though his hand did not leave her.

After a brief pause, he started all over again.

Li Xianyun’s clothing was soaked.

Her face flushed, she gasped like a dehydrated fish, thinking Yelu Yan would press directly onward. However, the cunning man lingered instead at her thighs.

He held her firmly by the thighs.

What he intended to do was evident.

Li Xianyun once wanted to please him in his way, but Yelu Yan was too reluctant.

Now, he seemed practiced in these actions.

Li Xianyun propped herself up, pushing his head away, "Husband, do not do this."

Her gentle voice dropped into the night, mingling with the dim light, devoid of deterrent effect, instead guiding one to transgress further.

Yelu Yan took her in his mouth.

Li Xianyun furrowed her brows, her head fell back heavily onto the pillow, her hands tightly clutching the clothing, gripping ever tighter.

She bit down hard on her lower lip.

Inns are not like inside the palace, cramped and constricted; one must be cautious.

But how could she endure this?

A sound squeezed through her tightly clamped lips.

Yelu Yan pressed even more fervently.

After what seemed like an eternity, seeing Li Xianyun pleading intensely,

her clothing was damp, a large area, as if it had been urinated upon.

Actually, it was no different from being actually urinated upon.

Li Xianyun wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan’s neck, wishing to deeply kiss his flushed lips.

Yelu Yan slightly turned his head and said passionately, "Beg me."

"Husband, I beg you," Li Xianyun sobbed.

Pitifully endearing.

Yelu Yan, having restrained his desires for a long time, finally released them, kissing Li Xianyun’s lips and moving over her.

Her body pierced through, Li Xianyun’s eyes widened, forgetting to kiss, forgetting to move, staring at the canopy, her gaze vacant.

Li Xianyun’s hair spread across the pillow, some strands falling from the edge of the bed, swaying with the movements of the man on top of her.

Like willow branches swaying with the hurricane.

After a long while, unable to bear any longer, tears glistening, Li Xianyun bit down on Yelu Yan’s shoulder, sobbing aloud.

Yelu Yan felt her helplessness and ceased tormenting her.

Amidst the rise and fall.

Immensely satisfying.

When Yelu Yan finally withdrew, Li Xianyun lay limp on the damp fabric, pulling the edge of the covering to loosely shield herself.

She had avenged a great wrong, indeed she could now ask Yelu Yan for a child.

But the timing was not right.