The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan

If Yelu Yan had known that Li Xianyun had the intention to cajole him, he would have feigned anger even if it killed him; such a pleasant thing he had then missed.

Seeing the odd expression on Li Xianyun’s face, Yelu Yan pecked her cheek and laughed, "What’s the matter?"

"Nothing," Li Xianyun raised her hand to wrap around Yelu Yan’s thick neck and shook it gently, speaking softly and sweetly, "My husband is the best."

"As long as you know."

The party entered Shangjing just as the sky began to darken. Because of the rumors she’d heard about Shangjing, Li Xianyun paid more attention to it.

She lifted the curtain to look outside where there were very few pedestrians on the street, and signs of houses burned down, indicating the rebellion had been no small affair; otherwise, Shulu Xi wouldn’t have hurried to call Yelu Yan back to Shangjing so urgently.

As they say, one general’s success is built on ten thousand bones. The throne of a kingdom is even more so, established upon the blood of many.

Although she was aware of this, she couldn’t help but feel sympathy for the commoners who were victims of the rebellion.

Yelu Yan followed her gaze and, with parted lips, said, "I’ve instructed Shulu Xi to comfort the victims. The Imperial Court will provide ample consolation money to those families who have really suffered losses."

Li Xianyun responded with a "Hmm."