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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 · Général
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Chapter 1612: Can't You Save Me From Drowning? At Least Perform Mouth-to-Mouth Resuscitation! _1

"Miss Jiang, I'm sorry. Wei Shumin has inhaled water and is weak. I'll take her back to Fluttering Snow Residence first."

Lin Jinhao's mind and eyes were full of Wei Shumin, unable to take heed of anything else, and he did not hear the conversation between his third brother and her.

"Manyun is fine. Please do as you wish, Eighth Master."

Jiang Manyun covered her chest, pretending to be weak and coughing a few times, avoiding his gaze, not looking at him anymore.

"I'm sorry."

Lin Jinhao felt guilty for not being able to save her in time and apologized.

"Eighth Master, there is no need to worry. Manyun is already fine."

Jiang Manyun wrapped herself with clothes, supporting herself with her hands to stand up.

"Sigh."

Lin Jinhao sighed lightly, no longer delaying, and rushed away holding Wei Shumin.

Jiang Manyun watched him run far away, used a small magic spell to dry her clothes and hair.