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

Lin Qingluo gently nodded, got up from the bed with a smile and explained, "Yesterday, I promised Xuan'er that we would go out of town for a trip, so I woke up a little earlier on purpose."


"I'll have the kitchen prepare breakfast right away."


Hearing this, Qinghe quickly went out, then returned with a maidservant who brought clean water for Lin Qingluo to wash and get dressed.


After washing up, Lin Qingluo sat in front of her dressing table, straightened her back, and watched through the mirror as the maidservant skillfully twisted her hair on top of her head into a bun, fastening it with an elegant hairband.


She couldn't help but recall the image of the Little Prince combing her sister's hair, and a tender, gentle smile formed on her lips.


Once the maidservant finished arranging her hair, Lin Qingluo calmly stood up, stepped out of the room, walked to the flower garden in the courtyard, took out a bamboo flute, and started practicing a set of sword techniques.


Chapter 528: The Little Maids Laugh and Play_1