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

In the northern outskirts of the capital, Qing Feng, clutching the Imperial Tiger Sigil and the imperial edict, struggled with every step. The snowstorm was fierce, and without a fast horse, he debated whether to wait for the storm to pass before heading to Yuan State. But that could cause an unknown delay, and the situation in the capital was dire!


A sudden sound of hoofbeats snapped Qing Feng out of his thoughts. Horses? He strained his ears and took a few steps toward the approaching group. They were all cloaked and hurried through the snowstorm, their faces tightly covered.


Qing Feng, carrying such important items, didn't want to reveal his identity. "Brother, I have urgent business in Yuan State. Could you sell me a horse?" he asked.


The lead man responded coldly, "Scram."


Has the Ninth Prince Fallen So Low? Sending His Men to Steal a Horse