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

Elder Cao looked at the contract, furious beyond measure. This was a reminder of his downfall from the past. Madam Li had actually kept this contract! He had thought that over the years, Madam Li had been thoroughly molded into a gentle and obedient wife, but he never expected her to disgrace him like this in front of others!


If he could move, he would rush forward to tear that contract to shreds. Only by doing so would the shame of his past struggles be erased, allowing him to stand tall again.


"Li!" Elder Cao roared, "You want a divorce? Don't forget, it's because of me that you hold the rank of a second-rank titled lady. Without me, how could you face your own family with pride?"


Besides, he only had one son. How could he let Madam Li take him away?


Breaking Free from a Hollow, Rotten Leech