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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
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Chapter 734: Hair Dyeing, Sister is the Best_1

"Hehe, it's quite late. I'm off to sleep."

Fearing that his little master would impose another face change on him, Shitou slickly took off toward his tent.

"Alright, everyone else should go to sleep too. We set off for the Barbarian Tribe tomorrow."

Suppressing a yawn, Lin Qingluo stood up and stepped into her tent.

Out of the three tents, the boys were crammed into two, leaving one specially for her—blanketed inside with plush furs, a lit mosquito-repellent incense, quiet and comfortable.

"Awesome, it's bedtime."

The young men, who had been on the go all day, were tired. They put out the fire and retreated to their tents, staking out suitable spots to lay down.

The grassland chilled at night, providing optimal sleeping conditions. Before long, a chorus of snores rumbled from two of the tents.

Lin Qingluo chuckled lightly. Snuggled up in a soft, fragrant quilt, she drifted to sleep, the snoring becoming the soundtrack to her dreams, ensuring a night of sound sleep.

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