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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 · 综合
分數不夠
1861 Chs

Chapter 148: Cleaning the Academy_1

Su Qingluo was punished to get up earlier than usual, leaving the house as it was barely light, taking the first ferry across the river, and arriving at least half a Shichen earlier than her fellow students, tending to the cleaning of the Academy.

In the quiet and peaceful Academy as dawn broke, a petite girl pulled a bucket of water from the well, carried it to the door, scooped up water with a gourd ladle, and gently sprinkled it on the stone-paved path.

After sprinkling water, she swung a broom taller than herself, diligently sweeping the ground.

In the season when winter and spring intertwined, the warmth and chill were still alternating. She wore a thin cotton robe and began to sweat profusely in no time.

Seeing that there was no one around, she simply took off the cotton robe, left only wearing a sweatshirt, and ran quickly along the path leading to each classroom, sweeping away dead branches and leaves on both sides.