Seeing that Yelu Yan was about to reprimand the soldier, Li Xianyun grabbed his arm, looked up at him, and said softly, "Khan, it wasn't intentional. He did wrong only because he was nervous and frightened."
Yelu Yan turned his head and looked down at her delicate little face, saying, "But he almost hurt you just now."
"It's okay, it was just a small porcelain shard, and it was far away, I wouldn't be injured. Please don't blame him, all right?"
Indeed, the porcelain shard had flown quite a distance, only shattering near their feet.
Even if Yelu Yan hadn't stepped forward to shield her, Li Xianyun wouldn't have been hurt.
It was Yelu Yan who was perhaps a bit too nervous, his concern causing chaos.
The soldier, hearing such a gentle and melodious voice, couldn't help calming down.
His mind also started to work.
Consort?
Could she be the queen, the beloved queen of the Khan?—The Princess Hehui who came for the marriage alliance?