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

Ye Siheng grabbed her hand, his voice deep, "A'Li, just let your father and brothers go out and tell them you still need to rest."


Chu Hanlin, realizing his earlier words were inappropriate, quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, we'll go out and explain. You stay here and rest."


With that, he hurriedly gestured to his sons, and they left.


Nanli found it strange and looked at Zhi Mi. "What's going on?"


The fact that she and the prince were practicing dual cultivation was only known to family members, who wouldn't spread rumors. So why wouldn't they let her go out and meet people?


Zhi Mi swallowed hard and said, "Well... everyone outside saw the marks on the prince's body, so now they all know..."


Nanli's mind buzzed as she faintly recalled those wild days. Stiffly, she slowly turned her head.


Sure enough, the marks on Ye Siheng's neck and chest were glaringly obvious.


Why Don't You Have Your Clothes On, My Lord?