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

Su Qingluo was agile and didn't need help, but carrying the clingy Little Prince blocked most of her view, making it difficult for her to see the ground and jump as she pleased.


Wang Meng assisted her by grabbing her arm and jumped onto the boat, finding a spot with fewer people to sit down and wait for the boat to set off.


The Little Prince nestled in Su Qingluo's arms, his trembling gaze fixated on the young man sitting diagonally across from them.


Su Qingluo followed his line of sight and carefully observed the young man.


She realized that he wasn't very old, only about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a remarkably handsome and refined appearance.


The young man didn't notice their scrutinizing gaze. He seemed to be pondering a difficult problem, looking calm amidst the hustle and bustle of the boat.


Su Qingluo blocked the spying gaze of the Little Prince with her hand and adjusted his head while softly whispering into his ear, her voice full of conviction.


Chapter 129: Elegant Youth_1