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 Flower Spirits, upon hearing about the Fragrant Moon Immortal Palace, flocked down from mid-air, gathering around their Master.


Lin Qingluo thought of the immortal maids who had faithfully served her in the Immortal Realm for tens of thousands of years, her eyes betraying a hint of sorrow.


"The Immortal maids must have been heartbroken to hear about Master's demise."


"A blink and decades have passed, I wonder if they are still around?"


"Maybe they have been reassigned to other Immortal Palaces."


Her emotions were contagious. The Flower Spirits had their little faces furrowed, looking visibly worried.


Huaya expressed mournfully, "Could the Fragrant Moon Immortal Palace now be desolate and dilapidated, empty of people?"


Huarui was tearful, "If the Immortal Palace is ruined, we won't have a home. Where will we go when we return to the Immortal Realm?"


Chapter 1601: Immortal Realm, the Third Prince's White Moonlight_1