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 shopkeeper rubbed his fingers together in a money-counting gesture.  


"If Lord Xie wants to hear more, how about a little reward?"  


After all, tea costs money, and telling stories takes effort.  


Xie Beihan slammed the table, summoning his guards.  


"I'm so broke I can barely afford to eat, and you still have the nerve to ask me for money? Are you going to continue, or should I have my men smash up your shop?"  


"L-Lord Xie, how could you bully a small businessman like this? I... I'll report you to the authorities!" the shopkeeper stammered, trembling.  


Xie Beihan sneered coldly. "Since you're already accusing me of bullying, do you think reporting it would make a difference?"  


Swallowing nervously, the shopkeeper had no choice but to yield to Xie Beihan's intimidation and continue his tale.  


Although Han Zhiyu had fainted, Mrs. Han was still conscious.  


She watched as Death God withdrew her divine power, and the mark on her forehead faded.  


She's Not a Ghost, She Wants Jujube Cake