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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 395 Tokens (7)_1

"Prince." Under her embarrassment, Lin Ziyin tried to pull back her wrist, Chu Suifeng felt her intention and tightened his grip.

"Call me Honglin from now on." Chu Suifeng had never been so intimate with a woman. The delicate wrist he held in his hand was so smooth, the warmth transferred from her palm made his heart warm up. The sensation was peculiar, delicate, and Chu Suifeng himself found it fascinating, woman's wrist was so delicate. "I don't like hearing 'Prince'."

Honglin? Is that his given name? Lin Ziyin gazed at him curiously. Chu Suifeng's given name was pleasant to the ear, but she couldn't call him by it, it seemed too intimate.

"From now on, you must call me Honglin." Chu Suifeng emphasized again.