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

With a loud bang, the swirling vortex kicked up the white snow and yellow sand from the ground, which was then quickly suppressed by the black mist.


Emerging from the heavy black mist was a figure.


Dressed in a black and red robe with embroidered gold, the man's handsome and sinister face was still shrouded in black mist, which dissipated upon his landing.


Despite being alone, he exuded the aura of thousands of troops.


Nanli had only heard Qi Hong's voice in the mirror, but seeing the man's sinister appearance and skill, she had already guessed his identity.


"Your Majesty!" Cheng Wei, having escaped death, shouted in ecstatic relief, "Your Majesty! You've arrived!"


The soldiers at the city gate were all shocked.


They looked at the eerie black mist surrounding Qi Hong and instinctively took a step back.


Chu Yan, still under the effects of the drug, managed to muster all his strength to lift his head and look at Qi Hong.


It's All Your Fault for Teaching A'Yuan Wrongly