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

For a moment, Emperor Muwu's emotions were complicated.


Ye Siheng remained expressionless and said, "Brother, it's me."


Emperor Muwu, feeling as if he was facing a deadly enemy, backed up several steps, exclaiming, "Yao Sheng! You evil eunuch, you're truly vicious!"


He was already in a panic, trying to figure out what to do.


Ye Siheng twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Brother, your personal treasury key is hidden under the fourth floor tile on the left side of the side hall. If I were Yao Sheng, how would I know this?"


Hearing this, Emperor Muwu began to calm down. This was a secret that only his chief eunuch and his ninth brother knew.


"Ninth brother, is it really you?" Emperor Muwu asked with joy, stepping forward. But then he stopped, suspicion creeping in again. "Wait, if Yao Sheng took over your body, he would also know your memories!"


Ye Siheng rubbed his forehead, unsure how to explain further. "Brother..."


"Just Three or Four Times, I Can Still Handle It"