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

So this is how the yin-yang harmony of dual cultivation works!  


So this is how to transfer spiritual energy to A'Li, and it's much more effective!  


Just then, Nanli furrowed her brows slightly. Her eyelashes trembled, and her pale lips moved a little, "It... it hurts..."  


But as Nanli gradually regained consciousness, she realized what was happening.  


Even before she opened her eyes, she was already furious, wanting to strike the person on top of her dead.  


"A'Li, it's me," Ye Siheng said with a hint of helplessness as he quickly held down her hand.  


Despite it being an angle of death, his face was still strikingly beautiful, enough to make anyone's heart flutter.  


And the beads of sweat on his forehead and nose added to the allure, sparking wild thoughts.  


The True Dragon... How Could It Be So Short-Lived!