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

Ming Ying's expression lit up with joy, but she dared not speak, fearing to disturb Nanli. 


Nanli, however, did not plan to continue detoxifying Yany just yet. This particular acupuncture technique could harm one's vitality and blood. Given Yany's young age, she could only undergo a few treatments at a time. Though it was a bit troublesome, it was safer.


After removing the needles, Nanli dressed Yany and said, "She'll probably wake up in a while. Let's eat first." 


Ming Ying nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, Your Highness."


In the small hall, Chu Shuo had already instructed the maids to set the table. Seeing Nanli arrive, he beamed and said, "Sixth Sister, it's late, so the cooks could only whip up a few dishes. I hope you don't mind."


Ming Ying glanced at the table, her mouth twitching slightly. 


Ten dishes and a soup—a "few" indeed. 


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