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

Every time she appeared, the excited cheers of the onlookers would follow, even the slick and sly young men of the Imperial Guards couldn't help but admire the young girl, praising her generously.


Su Qingluo placed her feet on the stirrups, deliberately straightening her back, pulling the bowstring taut and allowing the arrow to stay on the string a little longer, trying to make her actions as clear as possible for Su Ziqin to see.


As soon as the steed galloped to the optimal distance, she decisively released her hand, and the arrow flew off the string, hitting the red center of the target.


Her precise archery skills once again received a round of enthusiastic applause.


When she reached the next target, she purposely drew her bow early, leaning forward, shooting the arrow, and continued moving after hitting the red center.


Chapter 184: Can't Wait Any Longer_1