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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 919: Auction Proceeds, Astronomical Number_1

The first floor lobby was bustling with people, some unable to contain their excitement, standing up from their seats, waving auction paddles and making their presence known.

The bells in the second-floor VIP rooms rang incessantly, as the prestigious guests were equally passionate and eager to outshine others, even showcasing their wealth and status.

"Twenty-one million, twenty-two million, twenty-three million."

The auctioneer's face flushed with excitement, seeing not bidding paddles but silver dropping from the sky.

It seemed as if a silver rain was pouring down.

A group of young men were captivated by the escalating bids, watching the stage without blinking, waiting for the final result.

"Twenty-seven million, twenty-eight million, twenty-nine million..."

The auctioneer kept raising the bids, and when he broke through thirty million, his hoarse voice sounded like a rooster crowing.