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

Qiu Hai was lounging lazily, propping his head up with one hand, already wearing a look of impatience. Hearing the ghost envoys' words only made him grumble more:


"How dare you call her 'Ancestor'? Only I can do that!"


"Hmph, the Nether World is in chaos, so how could the mortal world be any better? Why would the Ancestor have time to visit me now?"


But as soon as he lifted his gaze, he saw the charming figure of Nanli.


She had her hair tied up in a simple bun, secured with a wooden hairpin. Her skin was delicate, and her temples had a healthy blush. Compared to before, she looked even more refined and radiant.


Qiu Hai was overjoyed, and in a flash of red, he was already in front of Nanli.


He grabbed her hand and looked her over.


"No, I haven't," Nanli withdrew a hand to touch her face. "Still about the same."


"It must be Ye Siheng treating you poorly," Qiu Hai muttered.


Opening a Door to the Sky