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

Cinian's face turned red with embarrassment, but since he was the eldest among them, he still said, "We should still go and see what's going on, maybe we can help in some way."


"With a Celestial Sovereign here, do we really need to help?" Ximen Chuan said, his tone tinged with jealousy.


Cinian found it odd but didn't have time to think too much. Before he could, Ximen Chuan had already cleaned his hands and was pulling out an empty Qiankun Bag, ready to store Qingwu's belongings.


"Wait! What are you doing? These belong to Nanli!" Cinian stopped him.


Ximen Chuan replied, "She has so many good things, does she really need these? Besides, we're helping her fight, shouldn't we get something in return?"


Cinian hadn't moved yet when Chu Yang suddenly made a swift move, too fast for Ximen Chuan to react.


The sharp tip of a spear was pressed against Ximen Chuan's neck.


"Pack it up, give it to me." Chu Yang's voice was dark and threatening.


This Divine Sovereign Finally Played Her Due Role