Ting Lan Listening to the Rain

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.



Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Upon seeing his relative, Little Baby's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but call out loudly. He leaned forward eagerly, reaching out his little hands for a hug.


Su Qingluo came to her senses and quickly took a few steps forward, handing Little Baby over to his father.


The noble lord took his son carefully into his arms, his loving indulgence evident on his face, adding a touch of warmth to his unparalleled charming features.


Little Baby, now in the arms of his close relative, finally let out the long-repressed grievance.


Nestled in the noble lord's embrace for just a moment, he pursed his little mouth and started sobbing with a pair of wronged eyes full of tears.


"Xuan'er, be good, don't be afraid, Father is here, no one will dare hurt you again."


The nobleman gently hugged the prince, gently patting his back, his voice soft and soothing, as intoxicating as fine wine.


Chapter 42: Innate Charm_1