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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 · Integral
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Chapter 127: Eight Junior Brothers_1

"Brother Meng? Xuan'er? Why are you guys at the academy?"

Su Qingluo looked over at the sound of Little Prince's shouting, saw the familiar figures—an adult and a child—waiting outside the academy, and couldn't help but feel delighted, running towards them.

"Xuan'er missed you and insisted on coming to pick you up at the academy. Your mother had no choice but to let me carry him here."

Wang Meng held Little Prince's delicate body carefully, afraid to use too much force, lest he break his little arms and legs accidentally.

"Sister, hug."

Upon seeing Su Qingluo, Little Prince immediately stretched out his little arms, acting spoiled and cute for a hug.

Li Xiu'e, worrying that he would catch a cold from the chilly wind, had bundled him up like a little dumpling with a hat and scarf, leaving only a pair of bright eyes exposed.

Su Qingluo took the little dumpling, weighed him, and smiled wryly to herself.

"Wow, boss, your brother is 10 years old? So tall!"