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

"I'll do it myself," Chu Yan said, trying to avoid further irritation.


Qi Hong was pleased; even though Chu Yan was reluctant, the fact that he accepted the cloak was a good start. He wasn't expecting immediate approval. 


As Chu Yan donned the cloak, he found it to be a perfect fit. Qi Hong's intense gaze made Chu Yan's emotions run deep. Qi Hong had clearly put thought into this.


Despite this, Chu Yan remained resolute in his decision not to stay in Qi Nation. For now, he had no intention of provoking Qi Hong further. "Thank you," he said stiffly.


The cloak was indeed warm, a necessity given his injury. If he were to catch a cold, it could lead to a serious illness. 


The simple words of gratitude seemed to pierce Qi Hong's heart, bringing tears to his eyes. He sobbed like a child, "A'Yuan, if only you would call me 'brother,' it would be even better..."


Protecting the Little Brother is the Top Priority