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

"Ah, actually, your Ninth Uncle is a pretty spirited person. It's just that when he drinks, his head gets dizzy and he goes crazy with the booze, causing a ruckus that upsets me deeply."


As Madam Jiu takes the medicine bottle, she awkwardly tugs at the corner of her mouth, her face looking somewhat unnatural.


Having practiced medicine in her previous life, Lin Qingluo had seen countless people intoxicated and acting crazy from drinking so she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.


As the aunt and nephew were talking, Ninth Uncle Lin had already brought the wine jar over.


Fourth Master Lin took a glance at the wine jar, his eyelids twitching as he resisted the pain in his heart and glared at Ninth Uncle Lin.


This little stinker had actually brought out the osmanthus wine he had cherished for ten years.


Chapter 620: Ninth Uncle Lin, Drunk, Hunting_1