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

Seeing their hesitation, Chu Shuo, hands on his hips, angrily declared, "Are you trying to get sick on purpose so you can avoid work?"


The servants quickly denied it, terrified Chu Shuo would dismiss them. They hurriedly distributed the winter clothes and cloaks, wrapping themselves up tightly.


Grand Lady beckoned Chu Shuo over, her gaze warm with a hint of a smile. "Chu Shuo, don't belittle yourself every day. You have your strengths."


Chu Shuo looked at the storm outside the cave, unable to cheer up. "Grandmother, I wish I were stronger. Then, I could be with Father and Brother, helping them return to the capital."


He had escaped, but what about the Lu family? What about Yanyan? His heart was filled with worry.


Not just for his fiancée, but for the many friends and brothers he had in the capital, including shopkeepers and waiters--now their lives hung by a thread...


And all of this was because of that secret agent!


Thinking of this, he shot the agent another fierce glare.


Sixth Sister, Did You Bless Your Mouth or Something?