Li Xianyun looked at Yelu Xuan with a smile, "Xuanxuan, such a good boy."
Upon hearing her words, Yelu Xuan's chubby little face was filled with smiles.
A line of people bid farewell to Yelu Yan and Li Xianyun. After walking a few steps, Yuchi Hong turned his head back to look.
He saw Yelu Yan pick up Li Xianyun sideways, planting two reckless kisses on her small face, gazing at her with a face full of smiles and doting affection.
Yuchi Hong had never seen Yelu Yan like this and couldn't help frowning.
Just then, Yelu Yan looked over with a cold gaze.
Yuchi Hong felt a chill down his spine and averted his gaze, turning his head back somewhat unnaturally.
Since childhood, Yelu Yan had been different from others; with his quick thinking, strategic planning, and decisive courage, he was a born leader.
When Yelu Yan single-handedly infiltrated enemy camps to behead their generals, others of his age were still preoccupied with eating, drinking, and merrymaking.
