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

Brukan and his companions were quite displeased. In their view, the women of Daqin were entangling in emotions. Humph, what cajoling of women. As far as they were concerned, once a woman was trained to obey in bed, wouldn't men dictate everything else in life afterward?


If it hadn't been for the Monarch's orders, they would have long since forced themselves upon Lin Ziyin.


"No matter what, we must present the gifts in person," said the Third Prince, without a hint of politeness.


There was no helping it; that's just how it was in the North Country. Men took by force what they coveted, be it people or goods. It was a belief deeply ingrained since their childhood.


Therefore, Alhatu's words were far from enough to deter this group.


"If you don't believe me, fine, I'll personally take you to see for myself. However, let's make one thing clear beforehand, if she doesn't wish to see you, you must not make a scene afterward," Alhatu said sternly, stepping back.


Chapter 820: Escape (5)