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 glanced at the huge pit about 100 meters deep, concentrated for a few seconds, rose into the air on her sword, and summoned the little stele spirit.


Shibao's chubby white body appeared before everyone as the Blessed Land flew out of the Golden Core.


Lin Qingluo pointed to the deep pit below.


Shibao circled around the pit, and with his chubby fingers made a closing gesture.


The huge pit visibly closed at the speed visible to the naked eye.


Wang Meng, Shitou, Feng Yi, and the three senior brothers' eyes brightened, looking up and barking praises for the little stele spirit without reservation.


Shibao sat on his master's shoulder, swinging his short legs happily.


"The state preceptor is dead, and now, it's the Beiqi Monarch."


Chapter 1037: Assisting the Tyrant, Deserves to Die!_1