Yaduo, holding Li Xianyun's hand, walked towards the dining hall, "This morning, Ayan said you would return tonight, I didn't believe it at first, but now I finally do."
Li Xianyun's delicate face bloomed with a sweet smile.
Yaduo continued, "Ayan has been up early and back late these few days, not desiring tea or food, not showing a hint of a smile on his face. He's been grim all day long as if everyone owes him something. Now, at last, he has waited for your return."
Yaduo was always prone to exaggeration when she spoke, and Li Xianyun smiled lightly without taking it to heart.
Yelu Yan followed behind them, "Grandmother, when have I ever dared to frown at you?"
"Haven't you? You're so preoccupied every day that you don't even hear when someone talks to you."
Yelu Yan, smiling, said nothing.
These few days, he occasionally returned to the Khan Palace, where Yaduo had meals prepared for him.
But his heart was all on his woman, speaking little and enwrapped in a cold aura.
