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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 · Allgemein
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Chapter 1187: The key is that a woman dressing up as a man can also stand out_1

""This servant won't leave, absolutely not."

Ming Xiang pursed her lips in defiance, she fished out a folding fan from her sleeve, opened it like a pro, fanned herself, and followed along.

The back door of the Bright Moon Pavilion was secluded; the master and servant sneaked in under the dim light, found the stairs, and ascended to a quiet corner on the second floor's cloister.

Looking down from the cloister, the front yard was brightly lit, filled with laughter and chatter.

Distinguished ladies were everywhere, their jeweled hairpins and tassels swaying. Some were playing chess or creating poetry over drinks. Others were enjoying tea along with music or appreciating songs and dances. Everywhere one looked, there was a display of wealth and elegance.

Then the gaze turned back to the two women.

Their hair bound up in black, their natural faces bare, wearing hastily found men's clothing, as plain as a waiter.