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

Qi Mu didn't expect that Chu Huan would still be so afraid of her, even after developing this fear. She felt a bit uncomfortable in her heart. Her expression turned awkward, and she quickly changed the subject, "How did you fall from the sky?"


Chu Huan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. 


The two of them, as if by tacit agreement, decided not to mention the big blade anymore. 


His face grew serious as he glanced at Qi Mu, knowing she was someone who valued justice and loyalty. He trusted her. He spoke in a logical and concise manner, explaining the events that had unfolded in the Capital.


Qi Mu was initially shocked, but then she felt something else and curiously asked, "So, did the Transfer Talisman scatter people around, or were you the only one sent here?"


Holding Her Waist, Not Marrying Would Make Him a Scoundrel