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

Who would have known that Ye Chengyan would come over quickly, intending to snatch the sour plum soup away from Emperor Muwu. Emperor Muwu, who had finally managed to get a sip of something cold, naturally didn't want to give it up. In the struggle between the two, the bowl of sour plum soup spilled all over, with only a little left.


"You... you disobedient son!" Emperor Muwu was so angry that his chest hurt. "I am your father, you should have personally served me the food, but now you dared to snatch it away. You are truly unfilial!"


Ye Chengyan felt a bit wronged. "Father, I am extremely filial. That's why I wanted to stop you from drinking these cold things, to avoid harming your body and making you uncomfortable."


He put down the empty bowl. His hands and cuffs were stained with sour plum soup. Fushun handed him a towel, and Ye Chengyan wiped his hands on and off.


Emperor Muwu sat down, supporting his head. "I am extremely uncomfortable now."


First Time in Life