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, fearing it may cause trouble, strictly forbade it from going out.


Huya flattens itself obediently in front of the bed, raising its eyelids to glance at the Little Prince.


Seeing him still unable to sleep, restless and emitting deep growls from his throat.


"Xuan'er, what's wrong again? If you don't sleep well, Huya will be affected too."


Su Qingluo felt helpless at the incessant concerns of the little child, massaging her temple with an exhausted face.


"Sister, is Brother Lan like you, not an ordinary person? You both can use magic spells, and I can't."


Little Prince, unable to keep the secret, sits upright on the bed, looking up with a face full of grievance.


Alas, it doesn't bode well that the Little Prince is too clever for his own good.


Su Qingluo breathed a deep sigh, her intelligent brain working rapidly, contemplating an appropriate explanation to dissipate the Little Prince's discontent.


Chapter 319: Someone Hinders the Investigation of the Identity_1