The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan

Yelu Yan smoothly withdrew his arm from underneath Li Xianyun’s head, gently stood up, and seeing that Li Xianyun was breathing evenly and sleeping soundly, he got out of bed and walked outside. He didn’t even put on his outer garment before opening the door and stepping out of the inner chamber.

The dozing Youlan, Zhuo Ma, and other maids outside were startled and were just about to salute when Yelu Yan had already walked far away.

Youlan looked at Zhuo Ma with a face full of confusion, "What’s wrong with Khan? Could he have quarreled with the master?"

Zhuo Ma was equally puzzled, "How could that be possible? Khan dotes on the master so much, how could he bear to quarrel with her?"

Youlan nodded, "That’s true."

However, the stern killing intent on Yelu Yan’s face was frightening to behold.

Yelu Yan walked straight out of the main building; Jinwu, who was on guard at the entrance, heard the noise and quickly turned his head.

He saw his Khan, wearing a white sleeping gown, standing neatly on the tall steps, looking like an ethereal deity, handsome and impressive.

Jinwu immediately knelt down and saluted, "Khan."