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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.

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Chapter 847: Save It All for Master, Master Likes It_1

Lin Qingluo's eyes were filled with adoration: "Wet your hair with water, and Sister will apply the ointment for you."

"Okay."

Lin Yixuan obediently ran to the basin stand, let down his hair, scooped up some water, and wet his whitened temples.

"Dry it off, don't drip water."

Lin Qingluo stirred the ointment and walked to the basin stand.

"Okay."

Lin Yixuan did as he was told, dried his hair, stood on his tiptoes, and looked at the ointment in his sister's hand.

The ointment was black, thick, and sticky, with a faint scent of herbs. It smelled nice.

Hopefully, it would work well.

Success on the first try.

So his sister wouldn't have to work so hard researching, and wear herself out with sleepless nights.

The nine-year-old boy sincerely hoped so.

"After applying the ointment, let it air dry for at least half a Shichen before washing it off."