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

The inner disciple quickly pulled Yan Luo, saying, "If that's the case, we need to leave immediately."  


If that Sword Cultivator got out, they might come after them.  


Yan Luo, though eager to watch the drama unfold, chose to heed the inner disciple's advice for the sake of her own life, and they flew off on their swords.


Near the well, the dust began to clear.  


Qing Xu clutched his chest, struggling to stand, and caught sight of a dainty figure.  


The cold wind blew once again, revealing the figure's form and face to the crowd.  


She was dressed in red, though her clothing was somewhat tattered. However, it was still clear that it was a wedding dress!  


Her hair was somewhat disheveled, but her graceful features remained unmistakable.  


What was even stranger was the iron chains wrapped around her hands and feet, clinking loudly as she moved.


In Accordance with Heavenly Will, Zhi Mi's Inescapable Death