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

It hadn't been long since the heavy snow began to fall continuously.  


The common people were suffering, but the court was also in distress; the treasury was running low on silver.  


With the continuous natural disasters, rumors spread in the capital that Emperor Muwu had lost his virtue, which led both his sons to rebel and meet untimely deaths, bringing wrath from Heaven upon the people.  


The ministers heard the rumors but dared not mention them in front of Emperor Muwu. Only Elder Cao, with a somber expression, directly asked, "Your Majesty, with the continuous natural disasters over the past two years, the people are cursing you for being incompetent. Why don't you issue a self-reproach edict to stabilize the people's hearts? Perhaps this would appease Heaven's anger?"  


Sighing, Emperor Muwu looked at Ye Siheng, then stopped speaking. "I will write it immediately and ask for high monks to chant prayers, beseeching Heaven to stop the snow."  


You Are Not a Good Husband or Father