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

Too many words were left unsaid, but the worry of the elders was clearly visible.


"It's just some minor things, I've already taken care of them," Chu Suifeng replied indifferently.


The old lady looked at him suspiciously, obviously not believing his words.


Seeing that the old lady was on her last legs, and yet still concerned and worried about Chu Suifeng, Lin Ziyin's heart softened, and she almost shed tears.


"Prince, you must hurry and have more children with the princess. The Wang Residence has been too quiet these years," she panted and urged.


"Don't worry, Grandmother. Perhaps there will be good news this time next year," Chu Suifeng answered calmly, allowing her to hold his hand.


"That would be wonderful," said the old lady, her face expressing relief at her grandson's promise. "I've already told my oldest son to arrange everything as stated in this letter. Perhaps you, my prince, could bear witness."


Chapter 712: Panic (2)_1