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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 437: In Trouble with the Top-Notch (7)_1

Everyone looked up and noticed a row of horse-drawn carts carrying boards were coming their way.

"Excuse us, folks, we just got some new furniture for the residence and need to get them inside," a manager said loudly. After that, he went to the back of the cart and spoke to two men, "Young Master He, Third Young Master He, sorry for the inconvenience, we took up a bit of your time."

"It's not a problem." A warm voice said, silencing the argument of those around.

"Big brother, doesn't that voice sound like that bastard He Dingyi?" A dark-skinned young girl asked, looking puzzled.

"Really?" The man who was about to beat Ma Zhicai hesitantly replied.

"I heard that manager-like person calling him Young Master He. Since when did that scoundrel He Dingyi become a young master? Mark my words, it would be a miracle if they even survived after leaving our family," An old woman in a shabby indigo dress scornfully dismissed the young girl's suggestion.