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

Nanli walked in gracefully, her steps light. Ye Siheng went up to her and noticed the beads of sweat the size of beans on her forehead, her cheeks flushed from the heat. "It's so hot today, why did you come?" he asked.


"I came to tell you that a heavy rain is imminent in the next few days, and I thought you should be prepared," Nanli replied. Ye Siheng was taken aback. Minister Prime Lu felt the same.


"The Ninth Princess's words are quite strange. Rain is just rain; what's there to prepare for?" remarked Elder Zhang, one of the cabinet ministers.


Elder Zhang, a young but outstanding scholar, looked down upon Nanli and her manipulation of Daoist magic. His tone sounded somewhat disdainful.


Ye Siheng usually held Nanli in high regard and never dared to speak harshly to her. Hearing Elder Zhang's sarcastic tone, he felt a chill in his heart.


"If Elder Zhang can't speak properly, perhaps you should keep your tongue," Ye Siheng said coldly.


The Approaching Storm