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

"Rub some medicine on your shoulder; it'll speed up the recovery process."


Su Qingluo took out a box of spiritual medicine from her Storage Ring and tossed it to him along with two packs of dried sweet potato.


She didn't have any cooked food on hand, so dried sweet potato would have to do to curb their hunger.


Wang Meng caught the spiritual medicine, stuffed a handful of dried sweet potatoes into his mouth, and began chewing while applying the medicine to his shoulder.


Bits of spiritual power permeated through his pores and into his skin, nourishing his tired tendons and veins, gradually reducing and eventually eliminating his muscle aches.


Wang Meng shoved another handful of dried sweet potatoes into his mouth, shook his arm vigorously, and felt the surge of power return to him. Suddenly, he felt rejuvenated and ready to row for another day and night.


Persist and dare not fall down_1