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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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1854 Chs

Chapter 529: Grandmother's Insight_1

Translator: 549690339

"No need, there's no need for a spoon when drinking porridge."

Lin Qingluo laughed lightly and calmly picked up her chopsticks, as if she didn't notice Qinghe's embarrassment.

"Miss, that girl Zizhu has clumsy hands and feet. She broke a bowl while holding a dish..."

Qinghe looked grateful and tried to persuade her mistress. When her eyes fell on her own dropped spoon, her face turned red.

"How old is she? Just an eight or nine-year-old girl, she doesn't know any better. We can teach her slowly."

Lin Qingluo smiled indifferently, picked up a bun and took a bite.

"It's her good fortune that Miss values her."

Qinghe smiled awkwardly: "Qinghe will talk to Nanny Sun about this later and have her arrange someone to replace Zizhu in sweeping the yard."

"Alright."

Lin Qingluo nodded in satisfaction, focusing on her meal and no longer speaking.

Qinghe stood by, feeling awkward, and closed her mouth.

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