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

Xie Beihan paused, then muttered, "Why does the Death God also love red date cake, just like my sixth sister." 


The shopkeeper, not paying this any mind, picked up the painting again. "Lord Xie, this painting is authentic! If it's fake, I'll refund you tenfold!" 


Xie Beihan chuckled. "You crafted such an exciting story to sell a painting. If you're not making money, who is?" 


The shopkeeper put on a serious face. "This story has been passed down in the Han family for generations. They had no choice but to sell this painting and told me this tale so I could relay it to buyers. It's truly a Death God image, deserving of sincere worship, not desecration." 


Xie Beihan looked again at the woman in the painting and asked, "How much?" 


"Three hundred taels?" Xie Beihan asked. "Fine, wrap it up." 


Will the Death God Grant a Son? Wishing for a Big, Plump Baby Boy