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 Jinlong rubbed his head, looked down at the half-eaten roast pork knuckle in his hand, and awkwardly swallowed some saliva.


"Yixuan, Brother Lan wishes you a happy birthday, good health, and may all your wishes come true."


Mo Canglan didn't have roast pork knuckle, so he silently picked up his teacup instead.


"Thank you, sister, and all my brothers."


Lin Yixuan had teardrops spinning in his eyes, he lifted his small bowl filled with chicken soup noodles, struggling to hold back his tears.


"Eat your noodles first, it won't taste good when it's cold."


Lin Qingluo looked at him affectionately with gentle eyes.


Lin Yixuan obediently agreed, picked up his chopsticks, and put a strand of noodle in his mouth.


The noodles were soft, the chicken soup savory; eating them warmed his heart.


A tear slid down his long lashes, dropped into the bowl, mixed with the chicken soup, and disappeared.


Chapter 583: Return to Jishui Village_1