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

"Consort," Xiao Yang deliberately asked, "it's rather cold outside, shall we prepare the palanquin for you?" He wasn't trying to test Lin Ziyin, but knew she would definitely decline his offer. That way, her image in the peasants' eyes would grow even taller.


After the battle at Border City, Xiao Yang had taken Lin Ziyin, the new consort, to heart.


Thus, he spared no effort to create momentum for her.


Among the peasants of Border City, Lin Ziyin's prestige was no lower than that of Chu Suifeng, the Prince. Not to mention the profound impression left by the battle at Border City, but merely the fact that Lin Ziyin, born in poverty, had ascended high yet did not forget these poor peasants was enough for them to be endlessly grateful.


Chapter 832: Return (3)