Upon awakening, the apocalypse's metaphysics master, Nan Li, found herself as the lost Sixth Miss of the Anyang Marquis Manor

Thinking it would be a story of abuse, she never expected all five of her brothers to dote on her one after another!

Nan Li shouted, "Stop pampering me! In fact, I can do everything, from capturing ghosts, exterminating demons, divination, physiognomy, to healing and saving people. I'll lead the family to rise in power and wealth!"

Accidentally saving the Ninth Prince, who held great power in the court, Nan Li found him renowned for his cold and unfeeling demeanor. However, he became utterly addicted to pampering her and refused to take other concubines.

The scheming and malicious women were angry, shouting, "The prince lacks heirs, how can this be allowed?!"

Nan Li pointed at the line of little ghost-catching disciples and said, "I'll cure your poor eyesight!"

The Ninth Prince lifted her in his arms and said, "We have a bit of thin property that needs to be inherited, so we'll have a few more children."

Later on—

Nan Li looked at the continuous immortal mountains and the room full of treasures, her mouth twitching, "I thought you had a throne to inherit, what's going on now?!"

The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife

The young maid stifled a groan, her eyes widening in terror as she gazed at Zhong Mingyu. 


Yet, no sound escaped her lips, and there was no trace of blood on her chest as she collapsed to the ground with a resounding thud. 


Zhong Mingyu's hand bore a hint of blood, the still-beating heart within her grasp. 


She discreetly covered it with her sleeve before swallowing the entire organ. 


In an instant, her countenance seemed to grow even more alluring. 


She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she remarked, "A woman's heart is delicate and delectable."


A handmaiden emerged from behind the curtain, casting a glance at the lifeless body of the maid on the floor before speaking, "Once you are married, you cannot indulge in such impromptu feasting."


Zhong Mingyu sighed, "Indeed, it is a dilemma."


A Sinister Appearance