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 maid Shuang'er trembled all over, staring blankly at Xue Shengnan. They had indeed encountered bloodshed before, but that had been a matter of survival, a forced necessity.


Her eyes turned slightly red as she did her best to persuade her mistress: "Miss, though Mr. Song comes from a humble background, he is diligent, progressive, and courteous. Marrying him would make you his first wife, the legitimate one, with your family backing you. Your life in the Song family wouldn't be hard."


In contrast, the Mansion of Marquis Anyang was full of brothers and complex personnel issues. Even if she succeeded, Miss Xue Shengnan would only be a secondary wife, a title not very respectable, likely to make others look down on her.


Xue Shengnan's face hardened, and she glared fiercely at Shuang'er. "Enough! Even if he were a celestial being, if I don't like him, I will not marry him."


It was clear that her mistress was determined, and Shuang'er found herself at a loss for words.


Dealing with Song Zihan