The Domineering Princess and Her Obedient Husband

Si Qi, a female special agent from Huaxia, unmatched in both medicine and poison, took a hot bath and unexpectedly died. She transmigrated to Shangchao, a dynasty from who knows when, and found herself sharing a name with the original owner. But this original owner was far too skinny, nothing but skin and bones. Didn't novels say that daughters of prominent families lived in luxury, dressed in fine silks and satins? So what was going on with her? He was the Ninth Prince of Shangchao, a brave and formidable warrior from childhood who had spent years guarding the border and fought in countless battles, great and small. With him on the field, victory was all but assured. The neighboring kingdoms trembled at the very mention of Shangchao's God of War. Unfortunately, his own father and brothers used and schemed against him. He was ambushed, left paralyzed from the waist down and disfigured. As he lay dying, he glimpsed a petite figure approaching him. “Girl, you saved my life. Tell me what reward you want. As long as it's within my power, I'll climb a mountain of blades or plunge into a sea of flames to make it happen.” The prince wore a gold half-mask, and even with only half his face visible, his peerless looks were impossible to hide. “I just want you to stop showing up in front of me. Can you do that?” Si Qi looked at the prince, who seemed ready to give his all out of gratitude. Her delicate brows knit together over her pretty face. After all, who was it that kept using gratitude as an excuse to climb through her window in the middle of the night and refuse to leave her room? “Well... I'm afraid I really can't do that,” the shameless prince replied.