Farmer Lady Of Fortune: Imperial Concubine, Don't Be Too Sweet
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  • Reads 30,789
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  • Parts 22
  • Time 2h 27m
Ongoing, First published Oct 11, 2020
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DISCLAIMER: EVERYTHING IN THIS STORY IS NOT MINE SO ALL CREDITS GOES TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR/s AND   TRANSLATOR/s.

A blessed baby was born out of Xinghua Village, the family pampered her, the villagers boasted of her, and her blessings were boundless.

The emphatic biased grandma: I'm biased towards my granddaughter, if you're unhappy about it, suck it up!

The wild devil grandpa boasting his granddaughter: What's this, you ask? My granddaughter has made ginseng Ganoderma tea for me!

The gentle and doting mother: A baby girl should be coddled, don't move, let your brother do it!

The dad striving for favor: Little darling, dad will take you flying, want to ride a horse, come to dad quickly!

Liu Yusheng bloomed like a flower behind her family. With a golden needle, she became a renowned doctor, the spiritual spring in her space healed diseases, her family was flourishing, but there's this man who always slipped into her boudoir.

"Sheng Sheng, I haven't been treated yet today."

"... My lord, although I am a divine doctor, I really don't know how to treat mental illness."

"I'm not mentally ill."

"You are."

"I'm not." "..."

He is the majestic Nanling Prince. The world says that Nanling Prince is a man of outstanding looks and modesty, and as holy as the moon in the sky.

But before Liu Yusheng, he turned into a lunatic. For her, no madness means death.
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