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

Nanli still had some strength left and accurately grabbed Ye Siheng's hand. Without opening her eyes, she grumbled, "Didn't you say to take it slow?"


Ye Siheng took a deep breath, feeling rather helpless, and could only kiss her lightly on the forehead. "Alright, I'll do as you say."


He truly had no other intentions. But Nanli was not as she used to be--she had exhausted much of her energy. Sleeping for two or three days wouldn't be enough; she'd probably need to rest for half a month to recover.


In just a few breaths, Nanli was already deeply asleep, still holding his hand.


Ye Siheng sat by the bed for a while, his gaze falling on the half-visible Spirit Pearl around her neck. A thought crossed his mind, and he gathered his spiritual power, trying to channel it into the pearl.


As Long As We're Brothers, Let's Go Dig Up a Corpse at the Graveyard!