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The Princess of Northern Land

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!

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Chapter 280: Hiring a Hitman(4)_1

"Great Monk, you're infuriating me! You can't be so biased, you have to give me a bottle too, a big bottle." Si Jinhan, unable to defeat Hui Zhen, glared resentfully.

"Amitabha, Buddha said..."

"Your so-called Buddha's teachings are bullshit, it's all your own ideas." Si Jinhan started to curse.

"Master, at noon, I will make you sour and spicy fish. I have already prepared the homemade pickles." Lin Ziyin offered Hui Zhen a peace offering as she withdrew.

"Amitabha, in my previous life, I had a particularly close relationship with cows and chickens." Hui Zhen gave Lin Ziyin a knowing look.

"Yes, we have it all, sour fish is a new product." Lin Ziyin explained, then ran away.

"Favoritism." Si Jinhan continued to complain resentfully.

Unfortunately, Hui Zhen ignored him completely, "Benefactor, Buddha said, all people are equal, love..." Facing his nonsensical talk, Si Jinhan got so furious that he couldn't say another word for a long time.