The night was silent, and within the inner chambers of the Khan Palace, the only sounds that could be heard were the occasional crackle of candle flames, accompanied by the chaotic intermingling of a woman's and a man's voices.
After a while, the woman's tender voice came through.
"Husband..."
"It's almost over, be good."
Then came the woman's helpless voice, seemingly having given up resisting, apparently pinned down.
Soon after, the sound of the bed shaking ensued, starting slowly and then increasing in pace, one after the other.
The woman's voice trembled as if she were enduring tremendous pain.
Taking advantage of the moment Yelu Yan paused to change positions, Li Xianyun covered her groin and scooted back, attempting to flee, but before she could get away, she was pulled back the next instant.
