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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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Gu Jian had indeed handed a memorial to the palace, which was sent to the emperor that day and also to Chu Yi.

Lanterns were lit in the East Warm Pavilion. The candlelight shone softly, making it as bright as day.

"What do you think, Chu Yi?"

The Emperor, who was dressed in a bright yellow robe with a golden plate and dragon patterns, looked up at the white-robed young man sitting on the other side of the coffee table, then turned to look at the small red clay stove beside him. There was a purple sand pot on the stove, which emitted a faint sound of boiling water.

When the water boiled, the Emperor skillfully began to heat the cups, wash the tea, brew, seal the pot, divide the cups… The entire set of tea-making actions was smooth and elegant.

The multicolored parrot on the brass bird rack chirped. The atmosphere was warm and relaxed.

Chu Yi sat upright on a rosewood armchair. He held the memorial in his right hand and skimmed through it.

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