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The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

# DECEPTION # FAMILYDISPUTE # DIVINE HEALER Gu Yanfei was reborn. In her last life, it was only after her death that she realized she was the real daughter in a story about a real and a fake rich daughter. She was supposed to be the daughter of a nobleman, but someone switched her with another child at birth and left her leading a wretched life — a cannon fodder from start to finish. The female lead was the fake rich daughter, but she was also blessed with good fortune and the affection of the Gu family, taking everything that was rightfully Gu Yanfei's. In that life, Gu Yanfei lived as she died, with no rhyme or reason. However, after her death, she transmigrated to a cultivators' realm and became a healer... But after cultivating herself for 200 years, she failed her ascension trials. Then, one of the divine thunderbolts struck her and sent her back to her last life — back to the moment when the identity of the rich daughter was exposed. Upon her return, everyone in the nobleman's residence was laughing at her for being illiterate and uneducated, a far cry from the fake rich daughter blessed with good looks and a kind heart, who stood above the rest. They just did not know that Gu Yanfei was a fully-leveled character, reincarnated back to this moment!

Sky Cold · Integral
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Editor: Atlas Studios

The British Monarchy was only the third generation in Fang Huairui's generation.

The first British Duke was Fang Huairui's grandfather. Back then, his grandfather rebelled with Emperor Taizu and was conferred the title of Duke with unparalleled military merits.

Emperor Taizu was magnanimous. He wasn't like those tyrants in history who shared the world with the founders of the country.

There were a total of four tiger talismans in the Great Jin Dynasty, each in the hands of the four dukes.

This was the biggest bargaining chip he could offer, as well as the greatest sincerity.

Fang Huairui kneeled on the golden brick floor and remained motionless, his hands still in the shape of a talisman.

There was silence in the East Warm Pavilion.

Time passed very slowly at this moment.

Fang Huairui could hear his heartbeat reverberating in his ears like a drum, and he could hear the ticking sound of the kettle leaking next to him.