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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 1817: Extra, Lin Yan Story (Part 1)_1

Jiuxiao Continent, Shiyan Kingdom.

It was the peak of autumn, with light rain drizzling down, vibrant maple leaves wafting down from the branches, their colorful array scattered by the gentle wind.

Lanshan Village, nestled within the mountains, was a small remote village with a bleak ambiance.

In a low-set farmhouse, Xie Ying leaned against the window, cradling a lovely little girl doll-like in her arms.

The little girl was less than two years old, dressed in a pink padded jacket, her hair fixed with a simple hairpin. On her fair, pinkish little face were a pair of large eyes, as black as gemstones, and long, dense eyelashes, cute beyond words.

Hurried footsteps reverberated from outside the courtyard. The gate was roughly pushed open from the outside, and two young boys ran in one after the other.

"Mother, we are back."

The two boys, drenched to the skin, had run back from the mountains carrying baskets on their backs, rainwater plastering their hair and clothes.