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

Xuanyuan Qing's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, "Princess Nanxun, Su Muli."


Lin Jinyun took a breath and silently lit a candle for his Second Brother.


They hid in the palace, but still couldn't escape their Grandmother's pursuit.


This time, even their sister was brought into the fray, demanding a clear answer.


Winter Plum blossoms were in full bloom. Underneath the trees adorned with flowers, the young General in his black attire showed off his martial prowess, skillfully wielding the Ice Emperor Spear.


Agile and strong, his figure as fast as a Flood Dragon, set against the backdrop of the trees laden with flowers, made him look even more heroic and extraordinary.


Su Muli stepped on fallen petals, arrived at the back courtyard, and stood under the plum tree, staring intently and unblinkingly at the extraordinary young man, unable to look away.


Chapter 1231: The Young Master and the Black-faced General, Are They the Same Person?_1