COL+Dai Mo

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

This was originally intended to help Siheng steady his emotions. Little did they know, it caused him even more distress. It was as if thousands of sharp needles were piercing his internal organs, causing his entire body to tremble slightly. However, the pressing matter at hand was of utmost importance. Siheng composed himself and quickly reviewed Qingwu's memories once more. In a short while, he opened his eyes. His dark eyes were slightly moist and red.


Qingwu, feeling weak, painfully knelt on the ground. Cinian and Chu Yang could hardly wait to ask, "How is it?" Siheng's expression was not pleasant as he replied, "He had already prepared for this, extracting that particular memory." Nanli was not surprised. Qingwu was cunning and resourceful; of course, he would have some contingency plan. She inquired, "Is there anything strange in his memories? There should be some trace of where he stored that memory, right?"


Qingwu, Farewell Forever-Second Part