Lazy words

Lin Ziyin, modern day mechanical professor especially hired by the school, had the potential for great achievement in her field. However, due to family reasons, she could only treat her mechanical research and teaching as a secondary job, pouring all her energy into the farm and the food business before. Despite her low-key approach, she was unable to suppress her sister's rage, and a furious car crash sent her straight to ancient times.
Indeed, she had excellent character, so why did the heavens send her to the sparsely populated Northern Land. Known as the death zone, those who were banished to this borderland would spend their lives and perish there. However, Lin Ziyin was quite satisfied with her own identity. Even if she had lost the protection of her parents, she still had the protection of her siblings and grandfather. Of course, she also had her younger brother and nephew at home who needed her protection. This abundance of familial love was enough to compensate for the hardships caused by poverty at home.
Poverty, she wasn't afraid of, as she had experience in farming. With large swathes of uncultivated land, the Northern Land was practically custom-made for her. The heavy workload didn't matter either, she was proficient in designing all kinds of small tools. Whether it was the emperor's absurdity, not providing aid to the border king, or the shameless Tatars that would rob them frequently, none of these posed a problem for her. She could think of solutions for everything. It wasn't uncommon for the border king to tell everyone how lucky he was to have married such a wonderful queen!

The Princess of Northern Land

"Such a lively scene, I do love a spectacle." Just as Lin Ziyin felt she could take no more, Si Jinhan emerged from the hillside like a deity.


With the fall of his words, the two old women holding down Lin Ziyin were flung aside, and the one who had been slapping her curiously fell onto a nearby rock, blood spurting from her mouth.


"Third son?" The voice from the sedan carried a tone of anger and surprise.


"Consort Gao, so powerful. I heard that those who come to Ding'an Temple to worship Buddha are usually of good heart, and thus fulfilled. It seems that Consort Gao has not held the Buddha's compassion in her heart." Si Jinhan spoke cheerfully, but his eyes did not smile. "By the way, I wonder if the Prince knows of Consort Gao's actions?"


"Third son." A delicate hand extended from the sedan curtain, leading a maid to quickly approach and open the sedan door. A woman in broad red sleeves appeared before everyone's eyes.


Chapter 111 Coming Forward (1)_1