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

The people following him immediately drew their weapons in unison when they heard him.


Too many had come, and they were regular soldiers; many were unconvinced, yet they harbored concerns and temporarily ceased their assault. However, they did not lower the weapons in their hands, hesitantly looking at all the guards and soldiers.


"Everyone, put down what you're holding and listen to my words," Alhatu said, relieved to see the conflict had finally stopped, "This prince knows you hate the Prince of the Northern Land, and as warriors of the North Country, this prince shares your sentiments."


"Stop with the sentimentality," someone shouted defiantly, and the guards immediately prepared to rush out and take the heckler away for punishment.


Alhatu raised his hand to stop the guards and then gently asked the shouting person, "What makes you think this prince is being sentimental?"


Chapter 800: Summoning (6)