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 Yixuan obediently nodded, walking to the railing and peeking down.


In a moment, he turned towards his sister with a teasing smile, "The bidding for the stone tablet starts at a hundred thousand taels, but nobody is bidding. The auctioneer has already called out for the third time, and if there are still no bids, it's going to be passed over."


Lin Qingluo responded without any hesitation, "One hundred and one thousand taels, buy that stone tablet."


Lin Yixuan always trusted his sister, believing that everything she did was right.


He leaned half of his body out of the box and called out. His somewhat immature voice sounded like music to the ears of the auctioneer.


"One hundred and one thousand taels once, one hundred and one thousand taels twice, one hundred and one thousand taels three times, sold!"


The auctioneer pounded his gavel, visibly excited.


Chapter 763: Stele Spirit, such a big difference with its cuteness_1