The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 553 - 552 Are you not angry anymore, okay? The husband is still sick (second update)

Chapter 553: 552 Are you not angry anymore, okay? The husband is still sick (second update)

Li Xianyun opened her mouth and said, "Mentor, the Khan is my husband, and I will certainly do my utmost. However, the matters of the former dynasty still require your attention."

The word "Mentor" almost made Xiao Dilu lose his composure.

Yelu Yan had also always respectfully addressed him as "Mentor." From childhood, he had treated him with great respect and admiration, but Xiao Dilu harbored criticism because Yelu Yan had fallen for a Han woman.

Their relationship had grown increasingly distant.

Now that Yelu Yan was severely injured, he began to regret it.

Yelu Yan’s journey had been fraught with difficulties, marked by a tumultuous life. He had struggled through other people’s schemes and cunning plots. If he had not been more ruthless and more calculating than his enemies, he would have died countless times.

Yelu Yan, a soldier for most of his life, had nearly lost his life several times, and it had been a struggle for him to finally fall for a woman, only to be obstructed by him in every possible way.

In the end, he was truly selfish, driven by hatred for all Han people because his family had been killed by Houtang soldiers.

Yet, deep down, he knew that among both the Khitan and the Han, there were both good and bad people.

How selfish and extreme it was of him to impose his own beliefs on Yelu Yan.

He had always claimed it was for Yelu Yan’s own good, but did he genuinely believe that he was doing what was best for him?

Reflecting on this, Xiao Dilu felt increasingly ashamed.

If Yelu Yan could recover, he would certainly not interfere with his relationship with Li Xianyun again.

Even if Yelu Yan cherished Li Xianyun to the heavens, he would not utter a single word of objection.

After Li Xianyun finished speaking, Jinwu led her towards the rear inner chamber of the Hall of Diligent Governance.

As she reached the entrance of the inner chamber, she saw Shulu Xi and several Imperial Physicians walking out.

Seeing Li Xianyun, everyone bowed in respect.

Li Xianyun looked at Shulu Xi and asked, "How is the Khan?"

Shulu Xi’s face was filled with dejection and sorrow. He moved his lips and finally said, "Queen, please spend more time with the Khan."

This sentence nearly cost Li Xianyun her life.

"Spend more time" – such words were usually directed at the families of those beyond medical help.

A pain surged in Li Xianyun’s heart as she murmured to herself, "My husband..."

Her tender voice carried a cry, causing Jinwu and Youlan nearly to weep.

Li Xianyun proceeded into the inner chamber.

Passing through two archways, she arrived at the sleeping area.

Li Xianyun immediately saw Yelu Yan lying flat on the bed, alone in the vast room, with no one to care for him.

Heartbroken, tears as big as beans began to roll down her cheeks, the tears she had been holding back in the carriage now freely streaming down her face. freёweɓnovel.com

"My husband..."

Li Xianyun said as she approached the bed, sat down by its side, and looked at Yelu Yan’s pallid, handsome face which lacked any trace of color, her tears flowing even more.

She raised her hand to fiercely wipe away the tears, but her crying voice could not be hidden, "My husband, I won’t let anything happen to you, absolutely nothing. Don’t be afraid; in the past, you were the one protecting me, now it’s my turn to protect you."

Li Xianyun took Yelu Yan’s hand, checked his pulse, and raised her eyebrow, still holding his hand, she turned to Youlan and Jinwu and said, "Both of you, leave us for now."

Worried, the two exchanged glances, then finally withdrew and shut the door from outside.

The moment the door closed, Li Xianyun took Yelu Yan’s hand, brought it to her mouth, and bit it hard.

Yelu Yan jolted awake from the pain and looked at her, smiling foolishly, "To have married a woman skilled in medicine, there’s no deceiving..."

His voice stopped abruptly upon seeing the large glistening tears on Li Xianyun’s face.

His woman was crying, crying deeply.

And her eyes were red, clearly having cried on the way as well.

Yelu Yan’s heart ached terribly as he hurriedly sat up. In his haste, he pulled at the wound on his chest, causing him to furrow his brow momentarily, but he couldn’t pay attention to that now; he reached out to hold Li Xianyun’s small hand.

Li Xianyun gave him a tearful sideways glance, then turned around, leaving him with a view of her slender and attractive back. Raising her hand, she wiped her own tears, looking pitifully lovable.

Yelu Yan moved closer, his hands gently supporting her delicate arms, as he coaxingly said, "Xianxian, don’t be angry anymore, it was all my fault, I shouldn’t have lied to you."

Li Xianyun shook off his hand, wiping her tears as she said, "How could you do this? Do you know how scared I was?"

She was truly frightened of losing him.

He had always been wholeheartedly kind to her, and yet she hadn’t reciprocated his kindness, hadn’t returned his love!

Just now, when she saw Yelu Yan lying deathly pale on the bed, Li Xianyun felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness flood her, submerging her like a damp tide.

It reminded her of the time she had watched Huanhuan die in her arms, feeling that same fear and helplessness.

"It was my fault for not being more considerate. I promise it won’t happen again, okay? Will you forgive me just this once, please?" Yelu Yan implored, still holding her arms.

Li Xianyun continued wiping her tears, ignoring him.

Her temperament was gentle and soft; even when she was angry, she remained mild-mannered—never shouting or hurling abuses—simply giving the silent treatment that could frustrate anyone to death.

Seeing no effect, Yelu Yan tried a different approach.

Holding his chest, he said, "Xianxian, I’m in so much pain, please check it for me."

"..."

"I’m really hurt; look for yourself if you don’t believe me."

Only then did Li Xianyun turn around, looking at Yelu Yan, she asked, "Husband, are you really injured?"

Yelu Yan hummed in affirmation, "When I got up just now, I pulled my wound; it hurts a bit."

Li Xianyun frowned, "How can you be so careless, treating your own body so lightly?"

Yelu Yan let Li Xianyun support him as he lay back down on the bed.

"I feared you would be angry."

Li Xianyun snorted, not picking up on the conversation.

It was a relief that Yelu Yan was safe, but deceiving her like this was despicable.

"Will you stop being angry, please? I’m still ill."

Her anger dissipated completely at his last remark.

"Alright, I won’t be angry. Just lie down and let me check how the wound is."

Yelu Yan did as he was told.

Li Xianyun opened his clothes to reveal a solid chest with a wound wrapped in a soft cloth, from which blood had seeped out, staining it crimson.

To avoid exposing his injury, Yelu Yan and Shulu Xi had tactically decided not to have the Imperial Medical Bureau’s Imperial Physician dress the wound.

Seeing Li Xianyun’s brows remained knitted, Yelu Yan reassured her, "It’s okay, it’s just a superficial injury."

Li Xianyun closely examined the soft cloth on his chest; the dressing was poor, and there was no antiseptic powder applied.

"Husband, let me re-dress it for you."

"That would be good."

Li Xianyun adeptly and carefully unwrapped the blood-soaked cloth. The wound on Yelu Yan’s chest was an inch long at the center—if the assassin had pushed a little harder, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Husband, I told you to wear the gold-threaded armor, why didn’t you listen?"

If he had worn the gold-threaded armor, the injury wouldn’t have been so severe.

"I meant to wear it for you."

Li Xianyun said, "I have already started making another piece of gold-threaded armor; it will be ready soon. We’ll each have one, and you must wear it every day."