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

Legend has it that Alhatu, the second prince of the North Country, does not share any resemblances with his eldest brother. More specifically, Alhatu lacked the ruggedness distinct to northerners. If his identity were unknown, no one would suspect that Alhatu was from the North Country. His physique was rather frail, with fair skin, and he exhibited the graceful temperament of a Southern scholar, unlike his elder brother Brukan, who was the embodiment of a typical North Country man. One could guess that Brukan, while sitting on a horse, must be well over six feet tall, a robust figure evident even through padded clothing.


Lin Ziyin slightly frowned, judging from Brukan's sullen eyebrow and gloomy eyes, this man seemed difficult to get along with.


However, whether he was agreeable or easy to dispatch no longer seemed within her control.


With a 'since it's here, let's deal with it' attitude, Lin Ziyin gently dropped the curtain in her hand.


Chapter 788: North Country Wind and Cloud(1)_1