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

Wolf One's pupils shrank as he pulled a dagger from his boots and viciously pounced towards Su Qingluo.


With divine assistance, Little Kingfisher swooped in like a flash of lightning, spitting out sparks that pierced Wolf One's eyebrows.


Wolf One's eyes widened in horror. A dark hole appeared in his forehead, and he died on the spot.


Wolf Three was terrified, his heart filled with dread. He held the young boy under his arm and leaped onto the roof, making his escape.


The little kid under his arm saw Su Qingluo's face, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He struggled with all his might, trying to break free.


Su Qingluo's breath hitched upon hearing the shout. Her petite figure took to the air, using her flute as a sword. The sharp sword-like aura formed a solid dagger, carrying a strong wind as it whistled through the air.


Chapter 86: Little Prince_1