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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 · โรแมนซ์ทั่วไป
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Chapter 538: Lin Clan Brothers, Little Eight, Little Nine_1

Two horse carriages, one following the other, turned around the alley corner. They were heading in the direction of the front gate of the Duke of Zhen's mansion.

"Mother's here."

Lin Qingluo's eyes lit up. She ran up to greet them, hopped on the carriage, parted the curtain to slip into the car, and dove into Ye Xue'e's arms like a baby pigeon.

"Qingluo, my darling, Mother missed you dearly."

As Ye Xue'e embraced her soft and warm daughter, her eyes turned red instantly and her tears uncontrollably streamed down.

"Qingluo also missed Mother."

Lin Qingluo snuggled in her mother's arms, immersed in the long-lost warmth.

This sweet moment lasted briefly.

A slender jade finger, filled with deep resent, poked on her forehead.

Ye Xue'e dabbed the tears in her eyes with a handkerchief and pretended to be angry, reprimanding: "You child, being gone for months without even writing a letter home."

"Mother, it's not that Qingluo didn't want to write."