Li Xianyun lifted her eyelids and glanced at Youlan.
Youlan understood and signaled the maids with a glance. The maids bowed to Li Xianyun and Yelu Yan before retreating from the room.
Only Li Xianyun and Yelu Yan remained in the spacious hall.
Li Xianyun put down her chopsticks, her beautiful eyes gazing intently at him.
"Husband, the Ninth Prince must have encountered me on purpose, with the sole intention of provoking you. If you issue such an edict, you will surely fall into his trap," she said.
Yelu Yan looked up at her, "I know. It's just that, I cannot bear to see him fluttering around you."
Li Xianyun gently raised her delicate hand to grasp Yelu Yan's slender and attractive hand, "Husband, I don't want to cause you any trouble because of me."
Her voice was tender, her skin creamy and smooth, her eyes like autumn waters, indescribably gentle and moving.
Yelu Yan clasped her little hand in return and pulled her into his arms, letting her sit firmly on his lap.
