Yelu Yan walked to Li Xianyun's side and quietly watched her for a moment before saying, "Xianxian, take a rest."
Li Xianyun turned her head to look at Yelu Yan.
She had thought the knock at the door was from a maid coming to serve tea, so she hadn't lifted her head, but to her surprise, it was Yelu Yan who had returned.
Since learning she seldom left the palace, hadn't Yelu Yan made eight hundred trips back to the Khan Palace?
"Husband, how have you come back?"
Yelu Yan took the brush from her hand and placed it in the brush holder, smiling, "Is that the first thing to say upon meeting, can't you say something else?"
"I cannot," Li Xianyun smiled.
Yelu Yan wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing tightly against her, and rested his chin on her shoulder, cheek against cheek, "Are you tired?"
Li Xianyun knew that as soon as Yelu Yan returned he would stick to her and prevent her from getting anything done, so she began to tidy up the desk.
"Not tired."
