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

As the medicine was applied to her wounds, the demonic energy subsided, causing a stinging sensation. 


Lu Yanyan stifled a groan, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists to endure the pain. 


She was not worried about her own injuries, but rather concerned about her brother's condition. 


Chu Shuo stood by, his gaze intense, understanding what was on Lu Yanyan's mind.


He was powerless at the moment, so he refrained from disturbing her. 


After dealing with the affairs of the Prime Minister's residence, people arrived at the palace, summoning Ye Siheng and Nanli to enter. 


It was not just the eight-legged demonic bee from before; now, a fox spirit had appeared in the capital, killing Zhong Mingyu and taking his place. 


The thought alone sent shivers down one's spine. 


Naturally, Emperor Muwu was deeply worried about this. 


Inside the hall, his expression was grave, his complexion pale. 


A Dream After Years of Waiting