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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 40: Sister Qingluo_1

Having called her that for so long, she felt quite helpless and no longer had the desire to correct them.

With Little Baby, always cute and innocent, she genuinely hoped that he would be the first one to call her Sister Qingluo.

"Xuan'er, be good, call her Sister Qingluo."

She pinched a small piece of dried sweet potato, tempting Little Baby, "Call her Sister Qingluo, and she will give you dried sweet potato."

"La, La, Sister."

Little Baby was too young to pronounce the words clearly, the trembling sounds he made had a soft, milky voice that made people's hearts tremble.

"Not La La, follow your sister, Qing, Luo, Qing, Luo."

Su Qingluo playfully pinched Little Baby's tender cheeks, continuing to shake the dried sweet potato, tirelessly teaching him.

"La La."

Helpless, Little Baby couldn't learn it right away and could only repeatedly make the same sounds.

"Qing, Qing. Repeat after your sister, green, green grass."