The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 689 - 687 Side Story 11: Xianxian, do you really despise me? (One more update)

Chapter 689: 687 Side Story 11: Xianxian, do you really despise me? (One more update)

Yelu Yan gazed down at Li Xianyun with a smile curling his lips, "Xianxian, I saw that the Empress has sent plenty more clothes for the children. You have enough now, you don’t need to keep making them; it’s too tiring."

Unaware of the time, the two of them had reached the area under those several plane trees, where a swing chair hung, cleaned daily by a Palace Attendant, spotless and tidy.

In front of the swing chair was a vegetable garden, the plants thriving vigorously. Two white butterflies danced between the leaves, fluttering off into the distance.

"I’m idle anyway, might as well find something to do, and I do enjoy making clothes."

During this time, she had not only made clothes for their child but had also made a few outfits for Yelu Yan.

Which touched Yelu Yan profoundly.

"Alright then, but don’t overexert yourself, understand?"

"Mm."

"We’ve walked quite a distance, how about we sit on the swing chair for a while?"

Seeing Li Xianyun nod, Yelu Yan helped her sit on the swing chair, initially planning to go behind and push so that the chair would sway, but a little hand grabbed his rough, large hand.

Yelu Yan looked down at her and explained, "I was going to push you from behind."

"Let’s sit together," Li Xianyun smiled.

"Alright," Yelu Yan replied and sat down, wrapping his arms around her.

Li Xianyun nestled into his embrace, looking up at him.

Yelu Yan was still tall and handsome, but due to her frequent morning sickness these days, he had also lost quite a bit of weight.

Yelu Yan caught Li Xianyun’s gaze and met it with a smile, his handsome cheeks flushing slightly, "Looking at your husband like this, are you overwhelmed by my handsomeness?"

When facing her, Yelu Yan was always extremely careful, afraid of upsetting her.

Li Xianyun burst into laughter, "Nonsense."

It had been a long time since they had joked like this, as Li Xianyun’s severe morning sickness hadn’t allowed it.

Pregnancy could significantly alter a woman’s temperament, especially during the first. The body goes through many unfamiliar changes, which can be overwhelming.

Particularly when they transition from a girl to a woman, not yet used to their new role, feeling still like a child yet having to endure severe morning sickness, body changes, and a protruding belly that made them feel unattractive, the emotional toll was considerable.

Becoming irritable and easily angered was normal.

At first, men could tolerate it, but as time wore on, most men would grow impatient, failing to understand the women, and become irritable themselves.

Disagreements between husband and wife over trivial matters were inevitable.

But Yelu Yan was never impatient from start to finish.

His feelings for Li Xianyun were only of pity, taking care of her attentively, never retaliating when she hit or scolded, always quick to admit his faults.

Yelu Yan often spoke softly to the child in Li Xianyun’s belly after she fell asleep, staring at her pale cheeks.

"Won’t you let your mother suffer less? If you torment her this much, Father Khan will certainly spank you once you’re born."

Not long after, when another esteemed leader, Yelü Lie, was born following Yelu Yan, Yelu Yan did indeed spank him.

Li Xianyun happened to see this and gave Yelu Yan a good scolding.

"Husband, why would you hit him when he’s so small?"

"He made you suffer."

How childish.

"Every woman has to go through this pain in childbirth, and he’s so little and knows nothing, it’s not his fault. You shouldn’t hit him."

Li Xianyun paused, then continued, "Next time, if I see you hit our son again, I won’t let it go."

"So quick to protect him. Where will your husband stand in the future?"

Li Xianyun didn’t respond to his words but instead, stretched her arm out, "Quick, give me our son."

Yelu Yan had no choice but to obediently hand Yelü Lie over to Li Xianyun.

Li Xianyun held the baby in her arms and gently kissed him on his swaddling clothes.

Newborn babies are very tender, and one should not kiss their face to avoid passing on germs.

Yelu Yan watched Li Xianyun’s face filled with love, feeling a bitter taste in his heart; she had never looked at him that way.

Inside, a bad premonition became clearer and clearer.

Indeed, Yelu Yan’s premonition proved to be right, and it even turned into a proverb, Li Xianyun truly no longer had him in her heart.

In the following five or six years, Yelu Yan found himself caught up in jealousy and rivalry with his own son.

It was not until Yelü Lie had a grand tutor and went to study that Yelu Yan finally had the opportunity to monopolize Li Xianyun.

Indeed, what’s so good about having a child, just an extra person to share one’s affection.

Before Li Xianyun was pregnant, Yelu Yan believed this; after having the child, he felt this statement was all the more true.

But that’s another story.

Let’s return to the present.

Li Xianyun rested her head on Yelu Yan’s chest and said softly, "My lord, you’ve suffered during these days of my morning sickness."

Yelu Yan had been watching Li Xianyun all along, never wanting to take his eyes off her when he was with her.

A true fool for love.

Hearing Li Xianyun say this, Yelu Yan planted a deep kiss on her forehead, "The one who has suffered is you, not me. I wish I could take all your pain upon myself."

Li Xianyun grinned and chuckled lightly, "My lord, you are truly good to me."

This phrase was often on Li Xianyun’s lips, because Yelu Yan was indeed very good to her.

"I am your husband. If I am not good to you, then to whom should I be good?" Yelu Yan laughed. "Xianxian, I know that pregnancy comes with all sorts of discomfort. If you feel bad, you can vent on me, don’t hold back. This way, I would feel better too. Otherwise, seeing you in pain, I feel helpless and very distressed."

Li Xianyun looked up at him, "So you have a masochistic streak, the more I abuse you, the happier you are?"

"That depends on who’s abusing me; only you may abuse me."

"Slick talker." Li Xianyun looked up at Yelu Yan, her gaze settling on his lips. They hadn’t kissed for a long time since her morning sickness began.

Yelu Yan had such vigorous energy, it was hard to know how he had restrained himself.

Besides taking care of her daily needs, Yelu Yan also took care of her baths and dressing at night.

If it had been before, he would have found it hard to resist, but now it seemed as though he had made a resolute decision; every time he attended to her bath, he wrapped a lower skirt around himself.

His eyes never strayed, appearing absolutely pure and devoid of desire.

Li Xianyun knew that Yelu Yan had been restraining himself for her. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Once, while Yelu Yan was attending to her bath, Li Xianyun noticed his lower skirt bulging slightly and deliberately teased him.

"My lord, I’m pregnant and can’t be intimate with you; maybe you should choose some women to enter the palace to while away the long nights."

What was meant as a joke made Yelu Yan’s face change instantly—pained and serious.

Li Xianyun regretted teasing him.

This steadfast man, how could he not take a joke?

Yelu Yan’s face was filled with hurt, "Xianxian, do you really despise me? Are you that eager to push me into the arms of another woman?"

Since her severe morning sickness, Li Xianyun had been emotionally unstable.

Yelu Yan was extremely cautious and careful, afraid to upset her, afraid of being despised by her.

Yet, despite his careful treading, the thing he feared still happened.