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

"Sister Jade, your mother said that there are only eighty-three bamboo flutes in storage, which is far from the required two hundred. I'm afraid we won't be able to fulfill the order in a month."


Su Hu returned from Li Xiu'e's place, looking slightly dejected.


Su Qingluo raised her eyebrows: "How many more bamboos does mother have in stock? Roughly how many more flutes can we make?"


Su Hu said sadly, "There's not much bamboo left in stock. The cold winter has slowed down the growth of Cuizhu, and many old bamboos have died. We can't cut down enough suitable bamboos."


Su Qingluo thought for a moment: "If mother focuses on making flutes, she should be able to make about ten in a month, right?"


Su Hu nodded, "One every three days, more or less."


Su Qingluo smiled and looked up: "I will help mother make nine more flutes. In total, we will have one hundred. That's what I'll tell Brother Luo Zhan. If he really wants them, he'll take them; if not, then it's fine."


Chapter 139: Sending a Jade Flute_1