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

Who knew that after trying every angle, Nanli still couldn't absorb the spiritual energy from the spirit stone.


The Hairpin Elf said, "Master, I've done my best, please don't blame me."


Nanli sighed, "Alright, you can go back."


The Hairpin Elf suggested, "How about you sleep early? Or if you take a nap, you might grasp the incantations in your dreams."


Nanli detected the sarcasm in her voice and grabbed her, stuffing her back into the Golden Hairpin. 


She then pulled out a talisman and sealed the Hairpin Elf for a while.


"I'm sorry, Master!" the Hairpin Elf cried out.


Nanli returned the Golden Hairpin to the bag, saying, "Stop whining."


Just as she tucked it away, something rolled into her hand.


"Huh?" Nanli pulled out the Heaven Star Brush.


In the candlelight, the unadorned brush shimmered with a faint glow.


She paused for a moment and then took hold of it, "Right, I haven't tried you yet."


Unity of Man and Brush! The Prince Strikes with Bloody Vengeance