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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 674: One Gold Ingot per Person_1

Wang Meng glanced at the landscape painting and bluntly put Shitou down.

"It's just a landscape painting, what's so remarkable about it? I'm not even interested in looking at it."

Shitou gazed at it for a while, but also found it uninteresting, and casually tossed it to Lin Jinhao.

"The value of an ancient painting lies in its age and the difficulty of preserving it. It's truly rare that this painting has been passed down through the years without any traces of damage."

Lin Jinhao, as a noble youngster who had received a fine education since childhood, was refined and elegant in his speech and demeanor, even at the young age of eleven.

He took the painting, carefully rolled it up, and put it back in the wooden box.

The comparison made Shitou seem even more vulgar and disrespectful.

"These two are nothing special either, both are paintings of beautiful women."