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

Qiu Hai squinted, exuding a menacing aura, "What nonsense are you spouting?"


Yuan Liang looked Qiu Hai up and down, unaware of the imminent danger. He only saw Qiu Hai's pale and delicate features, assuming he was not one for women. How could such a person satisfy the beauty before him? Despite his pain, Yuan Liang forced a smile at Nanli, "Beauty, you seem too delicate to be locked up. If a few nights are too much, even one night would..."


Before he could finish, his throat seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, making him gasp for air. Within moments, his face turned purple as he fell to the ground, clawing at his neck in a desperate attempt to free himself. But as a mere mortal, he stood no chance.


Qiu Hai's eyes were filled with murderous intent as he glared at Yuan Liang, enunciating each word slowly, "I. Will. Kill. You!"


Ming Ying, worried about her eldest daughter, quickly pleaded, "Young master, please spare his life."


Defying Fate or Following Destiny