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The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

# DECEPTION # FAMILYDISPUTE # DIVINE HEALER Gu Yanfei was reborn. In her last life, it was only after her death that she realized she was the real daughter in a story about a real and a fake rich daughter. She was supposed to be the daughter of a nobleman, but someone switched her with another child at birth and left her leading a wretched life — a cannon fodder from start to finish. The female lead was the fake rich daughter, but she was also blessed with good fortune and the affection of the Gu family, taking everything that was rightfully Gu Yanfei's. In that life, Gu Yanfei lived as she died, with no rhyme or reason. However, after her death, she transmigrated to a cultivators' realm and became a healer... But after cultivating herself for 200 years, she failed her ascension trials. Then, one of the divine thunderbolts struck her and sent her back to her last life — back to the moment when the identity of the rich daughter was exposed. Upon her return, everyone in the nobleman's residence was laughing at her for being illiterate and uneducated, a far cry from the fake rich daughter blessed with good looks and a kind heart, who stood above the rest. They just did not know that Gu Yanfei was a fully-leveled character, reincarnated back to this moment!

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Editor: Atlas Studios

Facing Chu Yi again, even the censor looked extremely ashamed. Chu Yi exempted him from getting out of the car to bow and let him lead the way.

The Lian family's carriage led the way, and the other carriage that Gu Yanfei and Chu Yi were in followed behind. About an hour later, they arrived at the Lian family's house in the west of the city.

The censor was a scholar from a poor family. The Lian family was just a small place that had entered the courtyard. Half of the paint on the door had fallen, and the walls were mottled.

After the carriage stopped, two servants worked together to carry Censor Lian off the carriage. He was wearing a black cloak that was neither new nor old. The corners were slightly worn, and it was obvious that it was an old item.

The old coachman knocked on the door of the house. Soon, a round-faced woman in her fifties came to answer the door.