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Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

The Duke's family has gone a century with no daughters. When a daughter was finally born to them, she should have received all the love and pampering, but it turns out that the real daughter had been swapped at birth and taken in by a family of kind-hearted hunters. Ever since they adopted the girl, the hunters seemed to get lucky in everything—game seemed to run into the traps and nets they set, and they would find rare herbs wherever they went. Ten tears later, the Duke's family finally realized the truth that their daughter had been swapped and journeyed over a thousand miles to bring her home. After she returned to her real family, the daughter was undoubtedly spoiled rotten by every member of her family... After she grew up, Lin Qingluo excelled in martial arts and rose to the peak of the martial world. Joining the battlefield with her brothers and father, she crushed their enemies and became known as a Goddess of War, gaining countless admirers. Lord of Heavenly Secret Pavilion: Your reputation precedes you, milady—none compares to you, just as the rumors say. Chief of the Potion Valley: Your skills with medicine are extraordinary, and I defer to your expertise. I pledge my loyalty in exchange for your tutelage to practice medicine and help people. The First Prince of Qi Nation: Thank you for rescuing me. I owe you a life debt. Lin Qingluo: A clingy prince has stolen my heart, and he is all I can think about. There is no other person on my mind.

Ting Lan Listening to the Rain · General
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Chapter 515: Unpredicted Prophet, Longevity Pill_1

"Coo coo."

Understood, the message pigeon flapped its wings, circled around the small courtyard a few times, and set off in the direction of the Imperial Palace.

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Serene Snow Pavilion.

The Noble Lord leaned against the window sill, draped in a ravishing crimson robe, stunning in every spectacle. His tear mole under the eye looked like a droplet of blood, bewitchingly fascinating.

Lin Qingluo eluded layers of guards and arrived in the moonlight.

As she approached the study, she glanced at his tear mole and her heart sank involuntarily.

Perhaps it was due to the Spirit Pill that the tear mole was redder than a year ago. His Charming Skill had improved, and his ability to bewitch the mind was even stronger.

"Miss Lin, please come in."

The Noble Lord retreated a few steps, further away from the window.

"Where is Xuan'er?"

Like a wisp of blue smoke, Lin Qingluo drifted into the study.

"He's asleep."