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's eyelids twitched slightly. It seemed he had used a lot of effort but still couldn't open his eyes. His lips were dry, and he mumbled something.


Nanli leaned in, finally catching the words: "Food... food..."


"..." Nanli's mouth twitched. She couldn't just let a loyal minister starve on the street, so she sent Zhixi to buy a bowl of plain congee.


Seeing her trying to move Elder Cao aside, the onlookers offered to help. Nanli shook her head. "I can manage."


Elder Cao's clothes were filthy, and he carried a strong odor, as if he hadn't washed in days. Disgusted, she placed a handkerchief under him and dragged him to the side.


Elder Cao leaned against a shop's post, still looking half-dead. Zhixi quickly returned with the congee. Not being good at taking care of others, Nanli motioned for Zhixi to assist.


"Sure, Sister," Zhixi said, using a small spoon to feed Elder Cao the lukewarm congee, one spoonful after another.


After All These Years, How Can We Divorce?