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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 87: Xuan'er, be good, don't cry_1

The Little Prince was already over three years old, no longer the delicate little baby from before. Holding him in her arms felt heavy, making her arms sore and numb.

She couldn't carry him to the County Government Office, so she carefully negotiated with him, letting him understand her helplessness and asking him to release his grip on her neck.

"Hmm."

Fortunately, the Little Prince was still as obedient as he was at two, looking at her with trembling, tearful eyes. He pursed his lips in grievance and let go of her neck.

Su Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, bent down, and put him on the ground.

However, to her utter surprise, the moment the Little Prince's right foot touched the ground, his body involuntarily fell forward.

"Xuan'er, what's wrong with your leg?"

Su Qingluo's breath caught, her heart tightened, and she instinctively supported him.

"My leg...I can't move it."

The Little Prince cried out hoarsely, large tears streaming down his cheeks.