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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 · Geral
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1861 Chs

Chapter 1520: Ling Realm's Wine Brewing Technique Has Declined? Not as Good as Sun Family Brewery_1

"We still have to wait."

Little Kingfisher flapped its wings and flew a circle around the guest room. Not finding any treasures it fancied, its mood dimmed, and it landed back on its master's shoulder.

"While they're not here yet, let's have a few sips of the wine I bought and try the taste."

Lin Qingluo was in high spirits. With a gentle wave of her slender hand, a soft spiritual power rolled ten jars of Spiritual Wine back, neatly arranged inside the meeting room.

Glancing at the wine jars, she smiled and took out a glass wine cup.

With a slap on the wine jar, the seal at the mouth dissolved, and the Spiritual Wine flowed like a stream into the wine cup.

"Master, try a sip and guess the age."

Little Kingfisher was in a playful mood, using its small wings to cover the label on the jar and not letting its master see.

"Sure."

Lin Qingluo had the same intention and raised the wine glass to take a sip, her delicate eyebrows furrowed.

"Have you guessed it?"