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

Elder Xu and the others were stunned by the revelation. What could possibly be wrong with the tea sold in the merchant houses?


But when the Imperial Guards served cups of Spring Sun Tea, the aroma alone made their heads spin. They were filled with an overwhelming urge to rush forward and drink.


In that moment, they realized the tea was addictive!


"Based on the timing, the poison has deeply affected you all. By now, you can't live without this Spring Sun Tea," Ye Chengyan announced. "How are you feeling? Like your body is being gnawed at by bugs? You're probably just dying for a sip of this tea, aren't you?"


Their initial hatred toward Ye Chengyan was overtaken by the poison of the Seven Hearts Leaf, which had deeply infiltrated their systems. Their feeble willpower was no match for the cravings that overtook them.


Some, heavily poisoned, could no longer bear it and turned to Ye Chengyan, pleading, "Please... please, Prince of Wu'an, grant us the tea."


"The Edict: I Am Passing the Throne to You"