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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 · Geral
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707 Chs

Urgent Illness

Editor: Atlas Studios

An Le is sick!

The Emperor felt a roaring in his ears and his vision darkened.

He could no longer sit still. Ignoring the courtiers below, he stood up and left without hesitation, leaving behind a hurried back.

Zhao Rang cleared his throat and said loudly to the ministers, "The court is adjourned!"

With that, Zhao Rang quickly chased after the Emperor and left the throne room.

The civil and military officials below looked at each other in shock.

What exactly happened to cause the Emperor's dragon face to change so drastically?!

"Hmph!"

An unhappy snort cut through the silence in the throne room.

Five or six scholarly-looking civil servants flicked their sleeves and left. Their beards fluttered, and their backs were as straight as pines. They carried the aura of a noble family.

As he walked past the British Duke, Fang Huairui, the Minister of Revenue, Wang Kangyin, gave Fang Huairui a cold glare.