The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 50 - 0 Did You Fall (Second Update)

Chapter 50: 050 Did You Fall? (Second Update)

Chapter 50: 050 Did You Fall? (Second Update)

Yelu Yan strode towards the courtyard to the west.

After crossing the corridor and going around the rockery, he saw several lush and tall phoenix trees.

Li Xianyun was sitting on a swing under the phoenix tree, swinging gently, with her maid standing by her side.

Under the bright moonlight, Li Xianyun could be seen wearing a light-colored, loose dress with her black ponytail tied back, her small face appearing incredibly unreal in the silver-white moonlight.

She sat on the chair, swinging her legs, leaning against the back of the chair as the cool evening breeze gently moved the soft hair at her temples.

She closed her eyes, her head tilted back slightly, with a sweet smile on her lips.

She appeared tranquil and beautiful.

Yelu Yan couldn’t help but smile at the adorable little person on the swing.

Somehow, just by seeing the young girl at that moment, he felt his inherent severity and hostility were washed away.

It was then that Youlan noticed Yelu Yan.

He stood in the moonlight, tall and imposing, like a god.

In her panic, Youlan was about to salute, but Yelu Yan gestured for her to stop with a raise of his hand.

She stood there, not daring to make a sound, restrained and very careful.

Youlan was very afraid of Yelu Yan, a deep, marrow-deep fear.

Especially his deep and piercing tiger-like eyes that seemed to intimidate anyone who looked into them.

Yelu Yan gave Youlan a gesture, but his gaze was entirely focused on Li Xianyun.

Quickly, Youlan bent her arm in a salute and quietly retreated.

Li Xianyun leaned back in the chair, her eyes closed, rocking slowly, enjoying the sensation of the breeze on her face, with the fresh scent of young leaves lingering at her nose, feeling utterly comfortable.

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She couldn’t help but softly open her red lips and say, “Youlan, I really like this life now, do you?”

Hearing Li Xianyun express her love for her current life, Yelu Yan’s tiger-like eyes deepened, his smile growing even denser.

When Li Xianyun didn’t hear a response from Youlan, she gradually sensed something amiss and suddenly opened her eyes.

Immediately, she saw a strong, muscular figure standing in front of her, and her heart skipped a beat, her footing suddenly misaligned.

Her toes touched the ground briefly, and the swing stopped abruptly, the strong inertia causing the swing to sway violently.

Li Xianyun, pushed by this powerful force, was about to plunge forward.

Just as she was about to fall to the ground, Yelu Yan reached out with a long arm and held her tight in his embrace.

The two of them hugged each other tightly.

Li Xianyun wrapped her arms tightly around Yelu Yan’s neck, while he bent down, one hand firmly embracing her back, the other holding her delicate waist.

Both of them were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Li Xianyun realized she was in a tight embrace with Yelu Yan, her smooth neck pressing closely against his, her hands still clinging to his solid arms.

She felt overwhelmed, a tingling sensation starting at her feet and spreading throughout her body.

The warmth of Yelu Yan’s neck made her blood boil.

Why was it that every time she saw Yelu Yan, it was so awkward and unexpected?

Would these increasingly frequent intimate acts lead to Yelu Yan misunderstanding that she was taking advantage, or harboring inappropriate thoughts towards him?

If that were the case, it would be terrible indeed.

In her panic, Li Xianyun steadied her feet and released her arms.

Yelu Yan also lowered his hands.

After Li Xianyun steadied herself, she timidly looked up at Yelu Yan, who was staring at her unblinkingly, his tiger eyes unfathomable, his expression inscrutable, revealing no hint of his feelings.

She opened her mouth and said, “Thank you, Khan.”

As she spoke, Li Xianyun suddenly noticed their clothes were still touching, they were still close together, too close.

She abruptly took a step back, wanting to create distance between herself and Yelu Yan, but forgot that the hanging chair was not far behind her.

Li Xianyun was tripped by the hanging chair, tumbling backward.

Yelu Yan exclaimed, “Be careful!”

He quickly lunged forward to help her.

Driven by the instinct not to fall, Li Xianyun grabbed the front of Yelu Yan’s robe, pulling him down with her.

Both of them fell onto the hanging chair.

Li Xianyun was underneath, Yelu Yan on top.

Yelu Yan’s hand shot out to brace against the back of the chair, bearing most of his body weight, but he was still pressing down tightly on her.

“Mmm…”

Their lips collided in a flash, pressing together heavily.

Li Xianyun’s eyes widened in disbelief, gazing at those profoundly close, deep tiger eyes.

She had actually kissed Yelu Yan!!!

Yelu Yan, who notoriously shunned the company of women, had promised not to give her any affection. Would her aggressive advance annoy him?

Now it was over, she wouldn’t be able to clear her name even if she jumped into the Yellow River.

Fortunately, her reason still remained.

Li Xianyun’s small hand, still clutching Yelu Yan’s robe, gently pushed against his chest, as hard as a rock.

Yelu Yan slightly lifted his head, gazing at her deeply with those unfathomably deep tiger eyes.

The two were so close that their breaths intertwined.

Li Xianyun had never known somebody’s gaze could be so deep and as black as ink.

Her heart thumped wildly; she dared not look directly into his scorching eyes, her gaze drifting aside. Opening her lips, red as roses, she said with shy difficulty, “I’m sorry, it was not intentional.”

She hadn’t meant to take such liberties with him.

Yelu Yan looked at her innocent, harmless little face, couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, straightened up from the chair, grasped the rope, and after waiting for the chair to stop swaying, he looked down at her delicate little face with an extended hand.

Li Xianyun bit her rosy lips gently, hesitated for a moment, then lightly placed her small hand in Yelu Yan’s palm.

Yelu Yan wrapped his rough large hand around Li Xianyun’s delicate small one, giving a slight pull, he brought her to her feet.

Li Xianyun stood somewhat awkwardly.

Yelu Yan took a step back, lowered his head, and asked softly, “Did you get hurt?”

Li Xianyun, immersed in her own thoughts and filled with self-reproach, failed to notice the upward curve of Yelu Yan’s mouth and his tone, gentle beyond measure.

Given his towering stature, Li Xianyun could only look up at him; she shook her head and replied, “I didn’t get hurt.”

His eyes were as black as ink, making Li Xianyun reluctant to meet his gaze.

At that moment, Li Xianyun caught a faint scent of blood on Yelu Yan, her eyes widening as she looked up at him to ask, “Khan, are you injured? Was it me who hurt you?”

Yelu Yan was taken aback for a moment, surprised that the girl’s nose was so sensitive.

He said nonchalantly, “It wasn’t you.”

Lately, whenever Yelu Yan had some free time, he would be in the military camp training the Flame Army.

The Khitan’s military prowess relied entirely on Yelu Yan’s exceptional command and strict discipline.

Yet Yelu Yan was not satisfied with this; he aimed to forge an unprecedented elite army.

That would be the Flame Army.

Composed of ten thousand men, this force was made up of the finest soldiers selected from various camps.

Yelu Yan personally trained them so that this army could serve as a cradle for commanders, ensuring that any man could lead troops into battle and be invincible.

This move would comprehensively enhance the combat capabilities of the Khitan military.