I Was Born Rebellious, but After a Political Marriage, Lord Ninth Spoiled Me Senseless

I’m being sent off for a political marriage! I’m to marry a seventy-year-old man! Father was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He asked for nothing in return, and with a wave of his hand, sent me off with a Ferghana horse, a thousand warhorses, and ten thousand lambs, then stuffed me into the envoy’s carriage. The Ninth Prince Jing Heng, who had come to deliver the imperial decree, stared blankly at me in my emerald-green outfit. He frowned. “Princess, please change into your bridal robes and phoenix crown.” I casually flipped them aside, and the wedding dress fell to the ground. “You’re in my territory. You do what I say.” On the journey to the marriage alliance, Jing Heng and I fought eight hundred times a day, battling wolf packs and bandits, and sharing life and death. Later... when the old emperor tried to assign me someone to take over the marriage, I saw Jing Heng trying to keep his distance and smiled. “Him, then!” A month after the wedding, he cornered me against the wall, eyes red. “Yan Qing, tell me, what are you plotting...” A month into our marriage, he stared into space, chewing on his pen. “What devious trick are you planning to pull on me today?” A year into our marriage, Jing Heng, newly promoted to Ninth Prince, pinned me against the wall and kissed me. “Princess, you haven’t made me angry today. Have I done something wrong?” I never imagined that one day even my rebellious streak would be smoothed away... [Bickering couple, wonderfully wild imagination, suspend your disbelief and enjoy]