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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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1861 Chs

Chapter 888: The Beautiful Woman Who Casts Herself into Arms_1

"Yixuan didn't come either."

Wang Yehan's eyebrows furrowed, and a bad premonition arose: "Could he be in trouble and can't make it?"

"No way!"

Li Yunxiu screamed and fell onto the back of the chair.

"Something is wrong; let's go to the Ye Manor."

Wang Yehan gripped the hilt of his sword, took a few steps, crossed the threshold, and directly went down the stairs.

"Hey, hey, wait for us."

The remaining three people's spirits were lifted, and they scrambled to squeeze out of the door, chasing after him in a swift trot.

*

Wen Garden.

Ye Qingying moved a small stool and sat down next to her grandmother, massaging her leg.

Her strength was just right, neither light nor heavy, and it felt very comfortable to massage the sore and swollen knee joint.

Old Madam Ye lovingly looked at her sensible and obedient granddaughter, raised her hand, gently stroked her head, and gently tucked a strand of broken hair behind her ear.

"Grandmother.