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

"Exactly, look at her, she's nothing special. Underdeveloped and with a terrible figure."


In a place with many women, gossip spreads. Lin Qingluo had only talked with her four younger brothers who she hadn't seen in a long time, but she had become the target of many people's jealous and sarcastic remarks.


Lin Qingluo snorted coldly, flicking her fingers and shooting out a sharp, sword-like aura, which silenced her critics.


Li Moyun, feeling disdainful, took a deep breath and stomped on the shoulders of the onlookers, soaring onto the high platform.


Wang Yehan was full of spirit, following the same method and leaping onto the high platform.


Lin Qingluo's lips curved slightly, and in a flash, she disappeared from where she stood.


The next second, she appeared like a ghost on the high platform.


Below the high platform, incredulous gasps sounded.


Chapter 878: Two Lucky Youngsters _1