The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 668 - 666 Still Not Enough (Second Update)

Yelu Yan smiled at Li Xianyun, "As you wish."

Li Xianyun followed a few high-born ladies down from the stage, matching the rhythm and starting to dance.

She already had a foundation in dance, and the dances the women performed were relatively simple, which Li Xianyun quickly mastered.

As she danced, she even outshone the other women.

Everyone attending the banquet was from the imperial relatives and nobility, all connected by blood or marriage.

Previously, Yelu Yan had an aloof air about him, but his wife was approachable and not only did she not dampen the spirits, she often added to the enjoyment, beloved by both children and adults.

Of course, there were high-born ladies with nefarious intentions who wanted to compete with Li Xianyun privately, but they were completely overshadowed and no longer dared to embarrass themselves.

As Li Xianyun continued dancing with the high-born ladies, she eventually danced her way over to Yaduo and smilingly reached out her hand.

Initially, Yaduo was hesitant, but unable to resist the warm invitation from the other women, she handed her hand to Li Xianyun.

Li Xianyun pulled Yaduo to the center of the banquet hall.

The music that was playing stopped, and a new, cheerful, and festive tune started playing.

Yaduo began to sway her shoulders and move her arms.

In Khitan, regardless of age or gender, everyone knew how to dance, and Yaduo, being straightforward and cheerful, naturally knew how to dance.

After bringing Yaduo to the center of the hall, Li Xianyun stepped aside, clapping along with the beat and tapping her feet to the music, yielding the most dazzling spot to Yaduo.

Seeing this, the other women also stepped aside, forming a circle with Li Xianyun, highlighting the star of the day.

Li Xianyun handled social niceties with precision.

Ever since Li Xianyun had joined the crowd dancing, Yelu Yan’s gaze had been intensely fixed on her, watching her dance to the beat, watching her talk and laugh with the other women, watching her dazzle under the light of the lamps.

A male guest stepped forward to toast Yelu Yan.

Although Yelu Yan was drinking, his gaze remained fixed on Li Xianyun.

The crowd was bustling, the noise loud, but in Yelu Yan’s eyes, there was only her, leaving no room for anyone or anything else.

The joyful banquet continued until midnight.

Yaduo, being older, couldn’t keep up with the younger crowd and by midnight, couldn’t hold on any longer. After exchanging a few words with Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun, she left.

After the guest of honor left, Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun also stood up and left.

The banquet officially concluded.

The women were still not ready to leave.

"I didn’t expect the Queen to dance so well."

"Yes, if I didn’t know, I would think the Queen had been living in Khitan for many years."

"You don’t know, when I went up to invite her, I was so nervous, I thought the Queen wouldn’t dance with us. But she agreed, and even Khan agreed."

"It’s indeed unexpected, the Queen is so approachable."

"Ever since the Queen arrived, I really love attending the royal banquets."

These words were all spoken in hushed tones, as discussing the royal family’s matters was not considered proper.

The young women started chatting excitedly.

When they reached the area where the carriages were parked, they were called away by their parents.

Despite their reluctance, they had to get into their own carriages, and with the rolling of the wheels and the clip-clop of the hooves, they disappeared into the night.

The quiet night arrived.

As Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun were just walking down from the stage, Yelu Yan picked up Li Xianyun in his arms and ordered the Palace Attendants behind him, "You don’t need to follow."

"Yes."

The guards, Palace Servants, and maids all stayed where they were.

Yelu Yan, holding Li Xianyun, turned into a passageway and entered a room.

As soon as he entered, Yelu Yan kicked the door shut, set Li Xianyun down, and pressed her against the door panel, looking down at her.

Li Xianyun tilted her head up, "What are you doing? There are people outside, word getting out wouldn’t be good."

The room was without lights, but the light from outside streamed in, making it not too dim.

Although separated by the corridor outside, the bustle from the front hall still drifted in—people were already tidying their clothes, preparing to leave.

Yelu Yan propped one hand against the door frame near Li Xianyun’s head, and with his other hand, gently stroked her smooth, delicate face.

His imposing figure enveloped Li Xianyun within the cramped space.

"When you were seducing me just now, you weren’t thinking this." Yelu Yan leaned closer, their foreheads touching.

Li Xianyun’s throat tightened, warmth steaming up her face, "When did I seduce you?"

Was it just by dancing that I seduced him?

"If I say you seduced me, then you did."

Li Xianyun chuckled lightly, "You’re really unreasonable..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Yelu Yan leaned in and kissed her.

Outside, the noise continued unabated, yet the two of them secretly slipped further into bliss.

The room was dimly lit, the woman’s clothes were pulled open, revealing her crescent-white skin.

Arms, chest...

Dazzlingly pale and tender.

The woman’s clothes hung loose, ceaselessly pushing at the tall, robust man in front of her, "Husband, let’s go home and then..."

The man bit down on her chest, the woman closed her eyes and grimaced, letting out a soft cry.

Yelu Yan then moved Li Xianyun’s hands away, pressing them against the door panel, kissing from her chest to her swan neck and chin, then to her lips.

Li Xianyun shifted her body restlessly.

Yelu Yan let go of her hands, his hand slipping under her skirt.

Li Xianyun trembled, clinging onto Yelu Yan’s arms, her toes pointed, barely able to stand, only able to cling to Yelu Yan.

Soon, a tickling sensation spread.

Li Xianyun moaned softly, hunching her body, calling out "Husband."

Her tender voice choked.

Yelu Yan raised his head from her neck, his hand trapped and unable to withdraw.

"Shall we go back, or stay here?" Yelu Yan asked impatiently.

Li Xianyun’s eyebrows knitted into a small frown, half-opening her eyes to look at Yelu Yan, wrapping her neck around his in an embrace, "Here."

An arrow ready on the bow had to be released.

Still, she was asked.

After several explorations under her skirt, Yelu Yan withdrew his hand and bent down to lift Li Xianyun by her thighs, cradling her on his body.

Li Xianyun’s smooth, jade-like thighs and calves also fell under the soft light, glowing with a tender radiance.

At some point, Li Xianyun’s skirt had fallen loose, hanging softly on her jade-like ankle, swaying in the light.

Li Xianyun clung tightly to Yelu Yan, burying her head in his neck, biting her lip and enduring.

Yet the intermittent noises still escaped.

Sobbing, pitifully tender.

The two remained in that room for a long while before Yelu Yan finally carried Li Xianyun out.

Li Xianyun, wrapped in a cloak by Yelu Yan, buried her little head in his sturdy chest, her pale, small hands clutching his shoulder.

A group of people exited Haoyang Palace.

Yelu Yan looked up at the sky, then whispered into Li Xianyun’s ear, "Xianxian, tonight’s moon is very bright."

Li Xianyun lifted her head within Yelu Yan’s embrace, peeking out her small head.

Indeed, it was so.