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 smiled playfully and jumped down from the eagle's back while holding Hunao, softly landing on the ground.


Lin Yixuan ran over happily, affectionately hugging his sister's arm.


"You, exposed to the harmful sunlight at noon, not even knowing to hide in the shade for a while, your face has turned red."


Lin Qingluo's warm smile appeared as she looked at her younger brother, who had grown taller and now reached her shoulder.


Lin Yixuan's eyes sparkled: "Big brother Lin said that practicing sword under the sun can hone one's will and laziness is not allowed."


Lin Qingluo's eyes flickered, teasing with a smile: "It's rare that you're willing to listen to him, without finding it too hard and crying."


"Sister, Yixuan is already nine years old, I won't cry..."


"Oh? Yixuan is already nine years old, and won't cry anymore."


Lin Qingluo raised her eyebrows and laughed teasingly.


Chapter 637: Daydreaming, Night Dreaming - He Really Saw It. _1