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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 1824: Lin Yan Story Part 8_1

The light rain drizzled down all night, finally stopping before dawn.

Xie Ying pushed open the window, took a breath of fresh morning air, and smiled contentedly.

She turned to look at her husband and daughter sleeping soundly, showing no signs of waking up. So, she closed the window, lifted the curtain, stepped out the door, and headed toward the kitchen.

Soon after, wisps of smoke rose from the kitchen chimney, accompanied by the faint clanking of pots and pans.

Ye Feng's eyelids fluttered a few times before slowly opening. After contemplating for a moment, he forced himself to sit up, put on his clothes, and drew the sword hanging at the bedside to gently wipe it clean.

Xie Ying finished preparing breakfast, steamed the buns in a bamboo basket, and walked back to the main room.

Lifting the curtain, she saw her husband was already awake. At first, she was pleased, but when her gaze fell on the sword, her joy was replaced by shadows of sorrow.