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

Ying'er spread out the paper and ground the inkstone, her eyes shifting as she tentatively asked, "Madam, shouldn't we ask for Miss's opinion first?"


Ye Xue'e had her own ideas: "Qingluo is still young, and her heart isn't set on this matter. As long as Liuyun is willing to wait, there will eventually be a day when the clouds part and the bright moon is revealed."


As someone who prided herself on being Madam's close confidante, Ying'er naturally wouldn't defy Madam's wishes. She finished laying out the paper, picked up her brush and ink, and handed them to Madam.


Ye Xue'e furrowed her brows in thought, pulled out a chair to sit down, and started to write the letter.


Outside the Morning Sun Hall in the Imperial Palace.


Chapter 1210: Once the sea was difficult to be water, and only Wu Mountain was not a cloud. _1