Li Xianyun snuggled into Yelu Yan's embrace, finding a comfortable position to lie down.
Yelu Yan kissed her cheek and the root of her ear, his tiger-like eyes deep and contemplative.
From now on, he would never let Li Xianyun encounter any danger.
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The next morning, Li Xianyun indulged in a long, luxurious sleep.
In the past few days, Li Xianyun had gotten up early for affairs outside the palace. Today, she planned to carefully arrange the palace banquet for the Eighth Month Festival and had no intention of going out, which gave her plenty of time.
When Li Xianyun awoke, she did not wish to get up but instead lay on the bed with her eyes gently closed, her three thousand strands of hair falling over her shoulders, making her look even more charming and adorable.
In a state between sleep and wakefulness, someone pushed the door open and came in.
