Yelu Yan carried Li Xianyun slowly down the stone-paved road, the indigo sky ethereal and distant, tinted with moonlight.
Li Xianyun gently wrapped her arms around Yelu Yan's warm neck, "Husband, are you tired? Let me get down."
As she spoke, she struggled to dismount.
Yelu Yan hurriedly stopped her, "Don't move, don't get down; your husband isn't tired."
Yelu Yan looked up ahead at the horse ground, and before he knew it, he had arrived there unintentionally.
"Ahead is the horse ground, do you want to ride a horse?"
The Khitan, truly a nation of horsemen, adored horse riding, having carved out a large area within the Imperial Palace for a horse ground.
"Good, I just wanted to see Xiaoxue."
At the entrance to the horse ground, Li Xianyun struggled to get down.
Yelu Yan did not stop her this time, steadying her as she dismounted while holding her little hand, his fingertips gently exploring her tiny fingernails.
It felt so comfortable.