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

Two hundred thousand Lin Clan soldiers facing the city, only 300 meters away from the city gate.


Three hundred meters, just beyond the range of bows and crossbows.


Dense arrows, covering the sky, were shot down from the city tower, falling in front of the heavy armored soldiers' defensive shields.


Beiqi's generals were furious, cursing continuously, but couldn't harm a single Lin Clan soldier.


"Master, when are we going to attack the city?"


Shitou was full of excitement, clapping his hands, eager to show his skills.


Lin Qingluo gazed with a furrowed brow, noticing every move of the Beiqi generals.


"That man is Beiqi's fierce general Yu Yang."


Second Uncle Lin followed her gaze, his brows furrowing deeply.


Shitou looked disdainful: "He abandoned the camp, fled so quickly, without any backbone."


Chapter One Thousand and Fourteen: Concealing One's Figure, Breaking through Yan City_1