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

Due to the previous snow disaster, both ghost envoys and judges were busy. With the Hell Lord traveling everywhere to open the Nether Sect, the civil and military judges were even more overwhelmed.


Gousheng had just been promoted and didn't dare to slack off at all. But he was a competent worker, and in a short time, he had familiarized himself with the laws of the ghost realm, knowing how to judge guilty souls upon their arrival at the Hell Lord Palace.


Today, a group of souls with varying strengths arrived. Gousheng glanced at the Book of Life and Death, realized their origins, and was taken aback. Unsure of what to do, he went to consult Qiu Hai in the back room.


Qiu Hai had just finished a round of practice and was now sprawled out, sleeping soundly. He was dreaming of Nanli, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Finally, it was time for the ancestor to stroke his head, but he was awakened by a buzzing noise nearby: "Hell Lord, Hell Lord..."


Coming Just as We Speak, Avenge the Ancestors