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

"Yes, my lady." Under her urging, the maidservants including Lu Mamah also dispersed.


Alone in bed, Lin Ziyin tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Habits can be terrifying. It's only been a few days since their marriage, but she had already gotten accustomed to having Chu Suifeng by her side.


While the snow continued to fall outside, the room remained warm. Qiaoqiao, who was sleeping in the outer room, had already fallen into a deep sleep, occasionally releasing soft snores. This girl's heart was indeed big, and Lin Ziyin couldn't help but laugh. Amidst Qiaoqiao's snores, she gradually fell into sleep.


"Catch the assassin!" In the middle of the night, a sudden outcry resonated within the silent Wang Residence.


Hong Ying and the others woke up instantly. "Oh no."


Without bothering to put on their overcoats, they immediately drew their swords and raced to Lin Ziyin's room.


The room was eerily quiet, without a single sound.


Chapter 722 Mourning and Conspiracy (5)_1