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 took the Little Prince to the gathering spot and looked down at the center of the arena from the right side of the platform, where she could see two people competing in arm strength.


The Little Prince quickly recognized Wang Meng and clapped his hands happily, cheering.


"Brother Meng is amazing; he's the best!"


"Hmph, it's just brute strength; what's so great about that?"


A discordant voice came from the right side of her ear.


Su Qingluo followed the sound and saw Li Moyun with his quiver on his back, arms crossed, and uttering a disdainful sneer.


"A country bumpkin, it's enough that they have some strength to do farm work."


Another mocking voice came from the left.


Su Qingluo raised her eyebrow and looked at the voice's owner.


Wang Yehan, a scion of the Wang Clan from Long City, nine years old, good at horse riding and archery, swordsmanship.


"You two, do you have the guts to compete with me, a country bumpkin?"


Chapter 170: Dare or Not to Compete with the Countrymen_1