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

Siheng still stared at her, the worry in his heart unable to fade away.  


If he had woken up earlier, would she have had to endure so much?  


But she wasn't wrong either; this fragment of Demon Soul power was mild and didn't pose much of a threat to her.  


Right now, Qiao Nanyi was more important.  


He let go of her and snapped out of his thoughts. "Was it also the work of the Protector?"  


He didn't know much about the Demon Clan.  


Nanli nodded. "Yes, this Asura Blood Slaughter Palm is considered a superior technique within the Demon Clan. Only the royal family or protectors are qualified to practice it."  


At this moment, she had already removed Qiao Nanyi's clothes.  


There was a large, gaping hole in his chest.  


The edges were marked with red traces, slowly spreading out, burning into the flesh. It was a bloodied mess.  


From the looks of it, the demonic energy had already entered his body, invading his veins.  


I Shouldn't Waste Time Asking You