The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan-Chapter 687 - 685 Extra 9: It’s All Your Fault, You Got Me Pregnant (First Update)

Chapter 687: 685 Extra 9: It’s All Your Fault, You Got Me Pregnant (First Update)

Fortunately, despite rushing to meet the deadline, Li Xianyun managed to finish writing the book by the time the fetus in her belly was three months old.

Yelu Yan, to put Li Xianyun at ease, personally gave orders to have capable people handle the printing of the book and related matters.

He would inquire about the progress every couple of days, and those responsible dared not neglect the Queen’s affairs.

The Queen was Khan’s treasure after all—who would dare to offend her?

Given that Khan was asking so frequently, those in charge of printing were trembling with fear, and they dared not slack off at all.

It must be said that Li Xianyun indeed had great foresight.

Once the fetus was older than three months, she began to suffer from severe morning sickness.

She often vomited up even the gastric acid, and due to the forceful vomiting, her pale neck became engorged with blood, covered with numerous pinhead-sized red spots.

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It broke Yelu Yan’s heart.

Yelu Yan no longer wanted to attend court, nor did he have the heart to handle public affairs.

When his woman was suffering so, how could he focus on anything else?

But Li Xianyun would not allow him to neglect his public duties.

"Husband, please go take care of the public affairs..."

As Li Xianyun spoke, she leaned over the spittoon and began to vomit.

Yelu Yan tucked the fallen strands of hair behind her ear and ran his other hand down her increasingly slender back.

Youlan stood to the side with warm water for rinsing, her eyebrows tightly knit with deep concern on her face.

The other maids stood by with a wooden basin, holding a soft cloth, ready to help Li Xianyun wash her hands and face.

Li Xianyun vomited so fiercely that her face turned red and her neck thickened, her eyes bloodshot with tears streaming down.

Yelu Yan felt such heartache, wishing it was he who was enduring the discomfort instead.

After a while, Li Xianyun finally stopped vomiting.

Yelu Yan took a cup of water from the maid’s hands, holding it to Li Xianyun’s mouth for her to rinse.

Li Xianyun hadn’t been eating much these days, and with all the vomiting, her stomach was empty.

Even after vomiting for so long, all she brought up was some gastric acid.

With a bitter and sour taste in her mouth, she rinsed a few times with the water Yelu Yan held, but it brought no relief.

Her throat felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, swollen, and swallowing was uncomfortable.

After Li Xianyun spat out the mouthful of water, Yelu Yan carefully handed the cup to her lips again.

Li Xianyun shook her head, indicating she did not want to rinse anymore.

Only then did Yelu Yan take the cup away and picked up a soft cloth from the maid to wipe the tears and sweat from Li Xianyun’s face.

When one is in discomfort, one’s mood tends to be very bad.

Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Yan reproachfully, "It’s all your fault, you got me pregnant and made me suffer like this."

She was usually so understanding and had never said such things before, but since the morning sickness got worse, her temper had grown increasingly irritable.

Yelu Yan looked at her sympathetically and said, "It’s all my fault. Let’s just have this one child; we won’t have any more. Never again."

Just this one pregnancy had put Li Xianyun through so much suffering; how could he bear to let her suffer again?

His heart was full of nothing but deep sympathy—how could Li Xianyun not see it?

By saying those words just now, she surely must have hurt him deeply.

Li Xianyun’s heart softened.

Ever since getting pregnant, her emotional swings were intense, sometimes she felt inexplicably sad and irritable, and other times she got angry over trivial matters.

Yelu Yan had always doted on her, and now seeing her in distress, his affection knew no bounds.

This towering man treated Li Xianyun with extreme caution whenever she was angry or lashing out, letting her say what she wanted, bite, or hit him.

The last time her vomiting was so severe that her throat swelled up, feeling as if it was being cut by a knife, a searing pain.

The more Li Xianyun thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and she covered her face and began to sob quietly.

Yelu Yan was terrified.

He had rarely seen Li Xianyun cry.

Yelu Yan held Li Xianyun in his arms, at a loss for what to do, his words a jumble.

"Xianxian, it’s all my fault... it’s all my fault... tell me how to make you feel better, I will do anything..."

Her crying was so heartbreaking it felt like his own heart was shattering.

Li Xianyun, using her pale little hands to wipe away tears, said, "I feel so sick from throwing up every day, why is pregnancy so uncomfortable, when will this end?"

In fact, she wasn’t always this fragile.

Back when she was bullied by Murong Ce and those other playboy scions, she never showed weakness; instead, she grew stronger in adversity.

But now she was getting more and more delicate.

All because of Yelu Yan’s pampering.

In hard times, people tend to be very tough, but being coddled by Yelu Yan had made her much more delicate.

Yelu Yan held her, clenching his teeth, his eyes filled with sorrow.

She was so small, yet she had to bear a child for him.

It was all for him.

Yelu Yan pressed his head against her small head, full of compassion.

Li Xianyun’s teardrops kept rolling down as she sobbed and spoke.

"Why is it so hard to be a woman? Why get married, why get pregnant?"

"I really feel terrible."

...

During Li Xianyun’s tearful moment, Yelu Yan silently stayed with her, wiping away her tears, kissing her cheeks, "Xianxian, it’s all my fault. We’ll just have this one child, no more after this, okay?"

"It’s all your fault."

"It’s all my fault, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Yelu Yan kept her company, kissing and caressing her.

Remembering past events made Li Xianyun’s heart soften even more, "Never mind, it was I who wanted a child, it’s not your fault. You should go take care of state affairs; you don’t need to be with me day after day."

Yelu Yan held her and said, "There’s nothing urgent at court, no need for me to go."

Li Xianyun sighed.

Yelu Yan immediately changed his tune, "All right, all right, don’t be upset, I’ll go to the former dynasty to deal with state affairs right now."

Li Xianyun nodded and continued to lean back against the headboard of the bed.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders; her face and neck still flushed from the vomiting.

She looked pitifully vulnerable.

Yelu Yan gave a few instructions, noticing Li Xianyun was growing impatient, and after tidying up, he left the main building.

Youlan looked at Li Xianyun and said, "My lady, would you like some sour plums or candied fruits?"

Since becoming pregnant, Li Xianyun’s moods had considerably changed, and her tastes in food had greatly varied.

She had developed a liking for sour foods and spicy foods, her preferences had become much stronger.

Yelu Yan knew her tastes and went out of his way to procure her favorite foods to bring to her.

Gifts arrived every few days, courting her favor.

Li Xianyun leaned weakly against the cushions, listlessly saying, "I don’t want to eat anything."

What was the point of eating when it would just come back up shortly after? It would only add to the discomfort.

Yaduo often visited Li Xianyun and knowing how unwell she felt, took it upon herself to fend off the imperial relatives and nobility’s well-wishes.

Already feeling poor, she didn’t need the burden of entertaining visitors as well.

Yu Chi Qian, aware of Li Xianyun’s discomfort, came to visit less frequently so as not to disturb her.

Everyone was very considerate and caring toward Li Xianyun.

On Yelu Yan’s way to the former dynasty, his brows were tightly furrowed, clearly preoccupied.

Jinwu and the other guards hardly dared to breathe, afraid to annoy their Khan lest they be assigned to guard the city gates.