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 assassins, despite their training, couldn't help but tremble with fear. Ye Siheng's swordsmanship was too fast and ruthless! This was a tough opponent!


Ye Siheng's dark and cold eyes swept over them, causing the leading assassin to feel a chill running down his spine, causing him to step back involuntarily.


Ye Siheng, like a ghost, moved without a trace. The sword energy condensed in his hand scattered like mist in the sky.


The leading assassin hadn't even begun to resist, and his head was already severed.


In less than half an incense stick of time, more than ten assassins had been killed!


The formation of the assassins was immediately thrown into chaos.


Ye Siheng's hand trembled slightly, shaking off most of the blood on the blade.


A trace of impatience flashed across his handsome face. "You're afraid of death, and yet you still dare to call yourselves assassins?"


Kill Me Before You Go