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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 · Tổng hợp
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
1861 Chs

Chapter 123: The Maid Who Grinds Ink on Paper_1

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you involved."

Su Qingluo felt a little guilty, took a box of hemostatic and bruise-reducing ointment from her bag, walked up to the boy, opened the lid, and applied a little ointment on his forehead.

The swelling visibly subsided, and a cool and refreshing feeling spread across the boy's forehead, causing his eyes to widen in surprise.

With a light sniff of the unique fragrance of a young girl, the boy quickly turned his head away, his ears suspectingly flushed red.

"Hey, it's you who bullied my little brother?"

While she was putting away the ointment, seven or eight boys of various heights barged in from outside the door. The one in the lead had a tall and broad build, a round waist, and a fierce-looking face.

Tsk tsk, he's tall enough, but his muscles aren't that strong, and his lower body is unstable - he's far from Wang Meng's level.

Are they trying to have a group fight?