Ember Stained with Frost: the Delicate Palm of the Immortal Lord

I, Jin Rushuang, am a disciple of a small cultivation sect with mediocre qualifications. However, when my family was in crisis, I was married by a marriage contract to Mo Yuan, the aloof and unfathomable immortal of the Xuantian Sect. On our wedding night, all he left for me was a cold jade pendant and a warning to "behave yourself". I thought this was just a deal where each got what he wanted, but as we got along day after day, I got a glimpse of the tenderness beneath his frozen exterior. As my heart gradually fell, conspiracies and misunderstandings from the past came flooding in, drawing us into a whirlpool of love and hate. He once treated me like a loser, but now he has gone against the will of heaven for me and regrets it beyond measure. Can this marriage, which started out of profit, blossom into a flower called true love on the long journey to immortality?