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

To save Chu Yan's face, they quietly arrived, with only four Imperial Guards following them. The rest of the Imperial Guards remained hidden to protect them from the shadows.


By the time they reached the Prince Yu Mansion, it was already afternoon.


The mansion's guards greeted him with a salute. Qing Feng learned of his arrival and personally came out to greet him. Upon seeing that the Imperial Guards were carrying a large box, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, As expected of the Third Prince, just newly appointed and already sending gifts.


Ye Siheng had just finished practicing a set of sword techniques. Upon hearing that Chu Yan had arrived, he restrained his inner strength and returned to Liuli Pavilion.


"Royal uncle," Chu Yan saluted with a bow.


Ye Siheng raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"


His tone, usually cold, was unusually gentle. Though he felt a little jealous, Chu Yan was family, so his attitude was naturally different.


Not Running Away, But Directly Teleporting