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

His implication was clear: "Your Highness, it's been several nights since you've returned to the main residence to sleep. The Prince is full of pent-up resentment, and the brothers at the Censorate's Black Armor Guard are being driven to the brink, crying out in agony. So, you should spend more time with the Prince and give the brothers some respite."


"Indeed, the karmic balance of the world is set, and I cannot alter it," Nanli sighed.


Then, she stood up, "I have many pills to refine and can't afford further delay."


"Your Highness, don't overwork yourself. Will you be returning to the main residence to sleep tonight?" Qing Feng asked expectantly.


"I still have a batch of talismans to draw. I haven't made any in a while, and our stock is depleted." Nanli counted on her fingers, already planning which types and how many talismans to create.


Qing Feng wiped the sweat from his brow, silently mourning for his brothers.


More Than Just a Kiss and a Hug