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

Nanli's thoughts grew heavier as she pondered the situation. Junzhe wasn't just skilled and strategic; he also had an immense amount of patience, which she couldn't help but admire. The fact that his fractured Demon Soul was clinging to her son's soul, staying inside her body, made her feel disgusted. 


It hadn't taken long, however, for Siheng's injuries to heal remarkably. When he opened his eyes, he saw Nanli lying on a soft pillow, wrapped in a blanket, sound asleep. Her breathing was deep and even. Beside her was the little babe, full and content, with its tiny paws grasping at her hands.


As soon as Siheng moved a little closer, Nanli, sensing his presence, woke up. Her sleepiness was still evident as she slowly sat up, adjusting herself to the discomfort of her enlarged belly.


Siheng helped her sit up more comfortably. "Why don't you sleep a bit longer?" he asked gently.


Becoming an Immortal Shouldn't Rely on Connections and Shortcuts, Right?