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

Dark clouds filled the sky, with lightning flashing and thunder rumbling.


The river water churned, cool autumn wind blowing through the mountains, gently rocking the boat back and forth.


"How much longer until we reach Jinling?"


Mu Fan lifted the curtain and left the cabin, standing at either end of the boat with Qing Yuan. They used their powerful mana to stabilize the boat.


"About the time it takes to burn a stick of incense."


Qing Yuan looked into the distance, between the mountain range where the sky-reaching ancient trees swayed, making a rustling sound.


Another muffled thunder exploded above their heads, and a torrential downpour came howling. The raindrops splashed into the water, creating rolling waves.


"Qing Yuan, you have a weak constitution, go back inside."


Mu Fan took out a bamboo umbrella from his storage ring and threw it to him.


"I'm fine; let's stabilize the boat together and make sure it doesn't capsize."


Chapter 1292: A fleeting smiling face, gentle and soft, quite charming_1