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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 · Général
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707 Chs

Female Marquis (1)

Éditeur: Atlas Studios

After a moment, Gu Yanfei retracted her gaze and lowered her eyes. She reminded her, "Remember to keep that amulet well."

"…" Feng Yang subconsciously rubbed the amulet hidden in her sleeve pocket.

This was given to her by Gu Yanfei on the day of the banquet.

Wei Jiaoniang looked back and forth between Feng Yang and Gu Yanfei. She felt that their words were too mysterious and she couldn't understand it.

Feng Yang was about to call the waiter to bring them another pot of tea when a woman's impatient voice suddenly came from not far away. "Go, go, go! We don't want to listen to any songs."

"Sorry to disturb you." The little girl with her back to Feng Yang and the others bowed repeatedly to apologize. She was timid and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.

It was a pretty girl, 12 or 13 years old. She was wearing a washed-out green dress and holding an old erhu in her hand.