The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 106 Having Another Nightmare (First Update)

Just then, a Palace Servant spotted a tall and burly figure and hurriedly set down the sweet soup, and, clutching the date cake, he scurried to his knees and bent his arm in salute, saying, "Greetings, Khan."

The other Palace Servants also hastily knelt down and saluted in the same manner.

Yelu Yan saw in front of them the prototype of a wheelchair, which was largely complete except for the final assembly.

The craftsmanship was exquisite, eliciting admiration.

Yelu Yan’s gaze seemingly inadvertently fell on the pastries in the hands of the servants and he asked in a light voice, "Where is the princess consort?"

A servant answered, "Reporting to the Khan, the princess consort was just seen returning to the main building."

Ever since Khan was a bit displeased last time he couldn’t find the princess consort, Bater had ordered everyone in the Khan Palace to pay closer attention to her whereabouts, to be aware and not be ignorant when asked.

At that, Yelu Yan headed straight for the main building.

Jinwu, meanwhile, stayed behind, as males were not allowed to enter the main building according to the rules of the Imperial Palace.

"Are there any more date cakes?" Jinwu asked in a low voice.

A servant chuckled and said, "Yes, there are plenty. The princess consort and the kitchen maid made lots, and there’s sweet soup too, very delicious."

Jinwu smiled and said, "That’s wonderful."

He approached the main building and had a maid fetch him some date cakes from the kitchen to eat.

He wouldn’t dare to leave the main building without permission, in case the Khan had instructions for him.

Yelu Yan directly approached the main building where waiting maids knelt one after another to bend their arms in salute, "Greetings, Khan."

"Where is the princess consort?" Yelu Yan asked Youlan in a faint voice.

"Reporting to the Khan, the princess consort is resting."

Yelu Yan turned to leave, but then something seemed off, and he stopped in his tracks.

He knew that Li Xianyun habitually took a nap at midday, but today she seemed to be sleeping a bit early, not even having had lunch yet.

"Is the princess consort unwell?"

Youlan, who was most frightened by Yelu Yan, timidly said, "To... to report to the Khan, the princess consort said she had some pain in her waist and wanted to lie down for a while, she should be asleep by now."

Upon hearing that Li Xianyun was not feeling well, Yelu Yan came to the doorway of the inner room, wanting to have a glance at her before leaving.

He hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was very quiet, with pots of yellow, pink, and white Chinese roses gently swaying in the breeze by the window, newly transplanted from the garden by Qingyan Pool.

She liked flowers and also enjoyed planting things.

The Chinese roses she had transplanted in the western fields were now thriving.

In the fields where vegetables were planted, the black soil’s crust had cracked, revealing the yellow-green sprouts beneath. In a day or two, the sprouts would break through the surface of the earth.

The faint fragrance of the Chinese roses wafted gently through the room.

The room had significantly changed since he last entered.

Many places now had light blue bed curtains, and there were beaded curtains hanging from the door frames.

On the desk lay a white porcelain vase, in which light pink lotus flowers were arranged.

Some petals had already bloomed, while others were still buds.

Ink wash paintings adorned some of the vacant wall spaces.

The whole room was cozy yet retained an antique elegance. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

Being in such a room, it was hard not to feel happy.

But at the moment, Yelu Yan had no mood to appreciate these things as he walked straight toward the bedside, parting the beaded curtain.

Li Xianyun lay flat on the bed but her sleep was far from peaceful.

Her brow was tightly furrowed, her face marked with fear, and her forehead glistened with fine beads of sweat. Her cheeks and the corners of her eyes were streaked with tears.

She was obviously trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn’t wake.

Yelu Yan felt a twinge in his heart and strode quickly to her side, sitting on the bed, taking Li Xianyun’s delicate hand and leaning in to say, "Xianxian, Xianxian, wake up, wake up—"

Li Xianyun showed no signs of awakening, her face still etched with fear as she spoke with a cry in her voice, "Blood... blood..."

Yelu Yan held her small hand gently and said softly, "Xianxian—Xianxian—don’t be afraid—I am here..."

Li Xianyun seemed to hear him and slowly opened her eyes.

However, her gaze was hazy, as if she were looking at a stranger.

After Yelu Yan helped her sit up, he leaned in to wipe her tears.

Li Xianyun flinched backward and raised her hand to wipe them herself.

Yelu Yan then put his hand down, the tears that clung to his fingers scorching his hand painfully.

As Li Xianyun listened to Yelu Yan’s gentle and soft words, telling her not to force herself, her eyes reddened, she opened her eyes wide, trying not to let herself cry.

She clearly didn’t want anyone to see her in a vulnerable state.

Seeing this, Yelu Yan deliberately stood up and walked to the desk, turning his back to her, giving her ample space and time to fix her makeup.

Li Xianyun saw Yelu Yan standing up to pour water, raised her pale little hand to dry her little face, tidied her hair at the temples, and looked down at her collar, which was still in good order.

Yelu Yan purposefully poured a cup of water slowly, picked it up, sat down by the bed, and handed the water to Li Xianyun.

"Have some water," he said.

His voice was extremely gentle, like a soft, gentle breeze blowing in one’s face.

Li Xianyun raised her small hands to take it and said, "Thank you."

Yelu Yan carefully observed her small face and asked, "What did you dream about just now, to be so frightened?"

Li Xianyun took a sip of water and looked up at him, feigning ease as she said, "I just dreamt of some demons and ghosts."

She had already returned to her usual self, showing no sign of the nervousness or fear she’d had moments before.

She hid it very well.

Yelu Yan didn’t pry further but instead picked up a wet cloth from the bedside table and offered it to Li Xianyun, saying, "Wipe your sweat."

Li Xianyun uttered "Mhm," planning to place the water cup on the desk, but Yelu Yan took it from her.

Li Xianyun took the towel and wiped the sweat beads from her forehead, saying, "I have been reading a book these past few days. It spoke of strange and unusual tales, a bit frightening, and I dreamt about that."

She wasn’t telling the truth, and Yelu Yan saw right through it.

However, he merely responded with a "Mhm," placed the water cup on the desk, and said nonchalantly, "If it frightens you, then do not read those scary books anymore."

"Alright," she said.

Li Xianyun wiped her sweat, secretly relieved, not expecting to get by so easily.

Yelu Yan mentioned, "Your maid said your back hurts?"

So that was the reason he appeared in her room.

"A little," Li Xianyun replied, "but after sleeping, it’s much better."

"If you are tired, then stop making pastries and the Zhuge Liang toy cart," he said.

"But how can that be," Li Xianyun burst out abruptly.

Having spoken, she then realized to whom she was speaking and softened her tone, saying, "I no longer have back pain, I can work, and I am almost done."

In fact, Li Xianyun treated herself quite well and would not push herself to do something her body couldn’t handle.

Li Xianyun added, "I know medicine, I know how not to harm my own body."

Seeing her insistence, Yelu Yan could only say, "Alright then."

He paused, then suggested, "Rest a little longer."

"No need," Li Xianyun replied, "I fear if I sleep too much during the day, I won’t be able to sleep at night."

The most crucial thing was, she feared having that nightmare again.

Yelu Yan said, "What does it matter, if you can’t sleep, I will take you out for a walk."