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

The infant withered away at a visible speed, and a bright red blood orb appeared above his body.


The state preceptor constantly changed his hand positions and directions, and twenty blood orbs trembled and converged at the center of the blood curse, becoming one and hovering in front of him.


The state preceptor let out a eerie cackle, licked his teeth, and swallowed the blood orb.


A bird flew over the Cold Palace, upon seeing the blood curse, it let out a terrified, shrill chirp.


The state preceptor's eyes flashed coldly, his right hand flickered with spiritual power, which transformed into a giant hand stretching out into the sky, squeezing it into a fog of blood with just a pinch of his two fingers.


"Using the blood of infants to practice dark arts in a blood sacrifice and utterly dehumanizing oneself, devoid of all conscience."


Chapter 1032: This Ghost Envoy Really Wants to Do a Good Deed and Eliminate a Scourge for the Human World_1