The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 89 - 0 Just now, this Khan did not do it on purpose (Second Update)

Chapter 89: 089 Just now, this Khan did not do it on purpose (Second Update)

Seeing that Yelu Yan was about to reprimand the soldier, Li Xianyun grabbed his arm, looked up at him, and said softly, "Khan, it wasn’t intentional. He did wrong only because he was nervous and frightened."

Yelu Yan turned his head and looked down at her delicate little face, saying, "But he almost hurt you just now."

"It’s okay, it was just a small porcelain shard, and it was far away, I wouldn’t be injured. Please don’t blame him, all right?"

Indeed, the porcelain shard had flown quite a distance, only shattering near their feet.

Even if Yelu Yan hadn’t stepped forward to shield her, Li Xianyun wouldn’t have been hurt.

It was Yelu Yan who was perhaps a bit too nervous, his concern causing chaos.

The soldier, hearing such a gentle and melodious voice, couldn’t help calming down.

His mind also started to work.

Consort?

Could she be the queen, the beloved queen of the Khan?—The Princess Hehui who came for the marriage alliance?

He wanted to look up, but even if he had a hundred thousand times the courage, he wouldn’t dare to.

Li Xianyun saw that Yelu Yan was still holding her.

Their bodies were pressed together, his broad, warm hand gently encircling her back.

Li Xianyun could feel the warmth of his palm.

She felt completely undone.

Her face flushed, her mouth dry and tongue parched, overwhelmed with a feeling like a tide rushing in, unprecedented.

Li Xianyun released the hand that was holding his arm, and took a step back somewhat frantically.

"Be careful."

Yelu Yan said, supporting the back of her head with one hand, and circling her slender waist with the other, hugging her tightly to his chest.

Li Xianyun was startled by this sudden turn of events, letting out a soft "oh" unintentionally.

Behind her was the door frame, and her head almost hit it.

If you could say that their embrace was a mere touch before, now it was a full and solid embrace.

Li Xianyun’s tender little face pressed tightly against Yelu Yan’s front, her smooth forehead against his stubbled chin.

His chin was warm and slightly prickly.

Li Xianyun’s pale hands were helplessly gripping Yelu Yan’s front.

She felt as if she wasn’t herself at all.

A rumbling in her ears, she was consumed with embarrassment.

Li Xianyun could feel the large, firm muscles on Yelu Yan’s chest, and that his arm encircling her was so strong and sturdy.

Yelu Yan held her so tightly that her heels were off the ground, as if he had lifted her up.

Li Xianyun deeply felt Yelu Yan’s strength and power.

Compared to him, she was like a frail little chick.

Li Xianyun loosened her slender and pale fingers, shaped like scallions, and gave his firm chest a gentle push with her little hand.

It was only then that Yelu Yan snapped out of his daze, releasing the arm around her waist. After Li Xianyun stood firm, he also let go of the hand that had been on her cute little head and took a step back.

Li Xianyun seemed somewhat at a loss, uneasy, just like that day when they had accidentally kissed, this was her reaction.

Yelu Yan touched the tip of his nose and cleared his throat, looking down at Li Xianyun’s blushing little face.

He never knew a person could be so tender and fragrant, so soft and boneless.

His palm was burning from holding her.

Li Xianyun hastily glanced at Yelu Yan, then cast her eyes on the desk nearby.

Yelu Yan watched her captivating, watery eyes unblinkingly, and said, "Just now, you nearly bumped into the door frame, that’s why I... "

Li Xianyun bit her lip, speaking in a low voice, "I know."

Yelu Yan wanted to comfort her, but he didn’t know how.

He also didn’t know how to coax someone.

He didn’t know how to win a woman’s heart; in this aspect, he had no experience at all.

Yelu Yan could only look at the kneeling soldier on the ground and said in a faint voice, "Since the princess consort doesn’t blame you, I will spare you this time. Hurry up and clean up the water spots on the table and the shards on the floor."

The soldier hurriedly bowed and said, "Thank you, Khan, thank you, Princess Consort."

As he spoke, he scrambled to clean up, but his hands shook so badly that he couldn’t do the work at all.

Consequently, he became so anxious that his face turned red and his ears flushed.

Seeing this, Li Xianyun opened her red lips gently and comforted him, "Don’t be afraid, take your time cleaning up."

The soldier was as if he had heard the heavenly voice of a beautiful siren, almost shedding tears on the spot.

People said that the Princess Consort was a fox spirit who beguiled the Khan, a spy sent by Houtang.

But since the princess had arrived, the Khan had still been diligent in affairs of state, still decisive and wise; the princess hadn’t done anything detrimental to the Khitan.

Clearly, people had misunderstood the Princess Consort.

No matter what others said in the future, he would always be grateful for the kindness and grace of the princess.

Seeing the soldier was still stiff, Li Xianyun lifted her head and looked at Yelu Yan, saying, "Khan, let’s stand outside for a while."

Her face flushed, she was shy and uneasy, attempting to maintain her composure, irresistibly endearing.

"As you wish," Yelu Yan said softly.

Li Xianyun walked out first, and Yelu Yan followed.

Next to the house was a large sycamore tree, providing a large patch of shade underneath it.

Yelu Yan said, "Let’s stand in the shaded area."

"Mhm."

Li Xianyun walked over, but she didn’t dare to look at Yelu Yan, forcing herself to focus only on the mottled trunk in front of her.

The sycamore tree was quite old, and its trunk was so thick that it would take two people to wrap their arms around it.

In some places, the bark had burst, with tiny ants crawling over it.

Yelu Yan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and looking at Li Xianyun’s palm-sized face, he said, "Just now, I didn’t do it on purpose."

Li Xianyun parted her tender red lips and said, "This consort knows."

It was just like that night under the sycamore tree, when Li Xianyun, by an accidental stumble, kissed Yelu Yan, an inadvertent act.

This time, his holding her was out of fear that she would hurt herself, an accident born of his good intentions.

How could she blame him?

All along, Yelu Yan had maintained the courtesy of a gentleman toward her, being pure of heart and seldom desiring the company of women, a true gentleman.

Li Xianyun knew she shouldn’t be shy, but she couldn’t control herself.

Zha Xi, accompanied by two people from the armory, arrived just in time to see Yelu Yan gazing fondly at Li Xianyun, the smile on his lips quite eye-catching.

Zha Xi had never seen the Khan like this.

And Li Xianyun seemed to be looking at the tree trunk, her fair little face blushing, even her earlobes red; perhaps it was sunburn.

The sun was indeed quite harsh today.

Zha Xi came forward with the others, bowed to Yelu Yan, and said, "Greetings, Khan."

He did not pay his respects to Li Xianyun.

Li Xianyun was dressed as a man, presumably wanting to conceal her identity.

Yelu Yan spoke in a calm voice, "Have you ever heard of a Repeating Crossbow that can fire five arrows in rapid succession?"

Zha Xi shook his head and said, "I have not heard of it."

He had a deep love for machinery, devoting his life to the armory, and despite his age, he had neither married nor had children.