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

Qiao Yu choked up, saying, "Please, Ninth Princess, save me. This is a spell that my father arranged with an old Taoist, so... so that's why the Royal Heir fell in love with me at first sight and remains devoted to me."


Nanli's face darkened, her eyes piercingly black. Before she could speak, Ye Siheng emerged from the back hall, saying, "Although the Royal Heir's abilities are average, he still knows where his responsibilities lie. A few days ago, he was willing to give up his position as Royal Heir just to marry you. I found it suspicious."


He sat down with his robe flowing, exuding a commanding presence. Qiao Yu glanced at Ye Siheng and saw his sharp gaze, so she lowered her head, unable to meet his eyes. She broke out in a cold sweat, even her palms sweating. "Ninth Prince, this is... all because of my father's arrangement. It has nothing to do with me."


"Nothing to do with you? Are you saying you're not surnamed Qiao?" Ye Siheng asked coldly.


Suppressing Her Power