The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 545 - 544 Do Not Get Up (Second Update)

Li Xianyun cooed softly, kissing Yelu Yan’s earlobe, taking it into her mouth.

Yelu Yan let out a muffled groan, wanting to rise and flip Li Xianyun underneath him, reversing their roles.

But Li Xianyun pressed down on his chest, her voice soft, "Don’t get up."

Yelu Yan gazed at her blushing face with affection, "Xianxian, you don’t have to do this."

In that regard, Li Xianyun had always silently endured, never taking such initiative before.

Such proactiveness was merely the result of being moved by the words he had said.

He was only doing what a husband should do; she didn’t need to please him like this.

He could lower his stance to please her, but when Li Xianyun did the same to make him happy,

Yelu Yan felt pained.

Concealing her embarrassment, Li Xianyun’s hand reached for Yelu Yan’s firm chest, "But I want to bully you."

She added another sentence, "Why is it that every time you bully me, and I can’t bully you? That’s not fair."

Yelu Yan laughed, placing his hands on her slender waist and smooth, straight back, drawing her into his embrace, "In that case, Xianxian, bully me back."

"That’s more like it."

Li Xianyun buried her head to look at his lips, and seeing Yelu Yan had no reaction, she looked displeasedly into his eyes, commanding, "Open up."

Cute and fierce.

Yelu Yan chuckled lowly, opening his thin lips.

But Li Xianyun was still unsatisfied, staring at him.

Yelu Yan had no choice but to stick his tongue out.

Only then did Li Xianyun bury her head to take it in.

Yelu Yan held her tightly, sighing in his heart—this little enchantress.

Li Xianyun imitated Yelu Yan’s actions, kissing his cheek and earlobe, moving up to his Adam’s apple.

That was a sensitive spot for him, and when Li Xianyun kissed it, Yelu Yan’s whole body broke out in goosebumps.

Li Xianyun clearly noticed this and had even less intention of letting him go.

Yelu Yan, tormented to the brink of collapse, wanted to pin her beneath him to properly punish her boldness.

But Li Xianyun would not relent, "My lord, you have to behave, just lie down."

Yelu Yan’s chest heaved violently, but he eventually lay back down heavily.

Just as Li Xianyun kissed his chest, Yelu Yan finally couldn’t bear it anymore, flipping her beneath him and embracing her, foolishly looking at her delicate little face, he asked, "Xianxian, who taught you all this?"

Li Xianyun first looked into his eyes, then her gaze fell on his lips. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his, her voice muffled, "Wasn’t it all taught by you, hands-on? Didn’t you want to spoil me? My lord, are you satisfied?"

"Little enchantress."

Yelu Yan said as he pressed a deep kiss on her beautiful lips.

It didn’t take long for Li Xianyun to regret, she should not have carelessly provoked him.

A wildfire spread across the hills and valleys, beyond her power to extinguish.

Perhaps having been provoked too fiercely by Li Xianyun, Yelu Yan completely lost his restraint, and in his indulgent manner, he became increasingly willful.

Li Xianyun didn’t know how many times she begged for mercy.

But her body was naturally flattering, and even her pleas seemed coy and inviting in the eyes of others.

The noise in the inner chamber of the Palace quieted down only in the middle of the night.

After Yelu Yan withdrew, Li Xianyun was too exhausted to even pull up the blanket, falling asleep on the bed as she was.

Before drifting off, her only thought was—never to seduce Yelu Yan again.

She couldn’t bear the consequences.

That night, unlike the romantic setting in the Palace, far in Yue Country, Princess Jinyu was having a tough time.

The sleeping chamber of Princess Jinyu was adorned with gold and jade, immensely luxurious.

The round bed was surrounded by curling incense smoke, and tiered silk canopies obscured the view of a woman sleeping inside, restless in her sleep.

Princess Jinyu disliked sleeping, for whenever she slept, she dreamed of being humiliated by others.

All the men had been killed, their bodies tossed onto the Mass Burial Mound, long since devoured by wild dogs.

They were thoroughly dead.

Yet they lived on in her dreams.

The ferocious faces they revealed as they touched her were so vivid, as if etched into her mind, impossible to dispel.

She couldn’t kill them, would never be able to kill them.

In her dreams, those people attained eternal life.

A sword easily pierced through the layers of curtains, finally resting its sharp blade on Princess Jinyu’s slender neck.

The imminence of death was always profoundly painful.

Princess Jinyu’s eyes snapped open.

A figure dressed in black stood by her bed with a sword in hand.

Although clad in garments suited for the night, the shape was clearly that of a woman’s.

An assassin.

Princess Jinyu was terrified, her complexion pale.

"You, don’t kill me, I have loads of gold, silver, and jewels. Father Khan also holds me dear. If you spare me, wealth and power are within easy reach. I will grant you endless glory and riches," she said desperately.

The person in black snorted coldly, obviously disdainful of what she had said.

Just as the assassin was about to act, chaotic footsteps were heard from outside. Crowds gathered, and the flickering light of torches seeped in.

The leading guard hesitated before saying aloud,

"Your Highness the Princess, the Imperial Palace has been infiltrated by an assassin who’s headed this way. May I enter to search?"

The figure in black raised the sword higher.

Princess Jinyu hurriedly looked up, but the sharp blade still grazed her skin, spreading pain that made her furrow her brows.

"Let them leave," the figure in black whispered, lowering her voice.

The person in black, afraid of revealing her identity, deliberately disguised her voice; still, Princess Jinyu found it somewhat familiar but couldn’t recall where she had heard it.

Having no choice, Princess Jinyu called out loudly, "There is no assassin here; all of you, withdraw."

The guards outside exchanged glances.

Ever since the city fell, Princess Jinyu had been harsh to the palace attendants and guards, scolding them lightly and hacking at them severely, and it was astonishing to hear her speak so calmly after having her sweet dreams disturbed.

The guards sensed something amiss and retreated quietly.

Princess Jinyu was fuming.

These fools, she had made it so obvious, yet they hadn’t noticed and just walked away.

If she could survive this ordeal today, she would certainly tear those guards to shreds.

But with a blade at her neck, how could she possibly escape?

Just as Princess Jinyu was sinking into despair, suddenly, a guard burst in through the window.

Other people also forced their way in through the door.

Although Princess Jinyu was detestable, if she were to be killed in the palace, Khan would surely be enraged. All the guards responsible for the safety of the Imperial Palace would face the extermination of their entire families.

Therefore, they had to save Princess Jinyu.

The person in black obviously hadn’t expected the guards to return.

Taking advantage of her distracted look, Princess Jinyu dodged the sword and, grabbing the whip from under the pillow, flashed to the side.

The assassin tried to seize her but failed, turning to flee instead.

Princess Jinyu, always vengeful, lashed out at the figure in black with her whip.

As the assassin dodged, her veil fell from her face, revealing a cheek too familiar to mistake.

It was Ji Chuchu!

No wonder the voice of the figure in black had sounded familiar.

Princess Jinyu asked coldly, "Ji Chuchu, I treated you as my best sister, not only saving you but also providing you with money to support your quest for revenge. To think you would repay kindness with enmity, wanting to kill me! That’s utterly hateful!"

Ji Chuchu cast a scornful glance at Princess Jinyu and engaged in a fight with the guards.