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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 468: Risky Move(3)_1

Thus, several high-ranking consorts were all waiting for the women of the Mei family to come and pay their respects. They had been away from the capital city for many years, feeling as though a lifetime had passed. Many of them started to miss their homes and those they yearned for in the flourishing area remembered from their past.

However, no matter how long they waited, no women from the Mei or Yuan families came to pay their respects.

The wind seemed to be shifting again.

The technique to make Kun noodles was indeed simple. Once the technique was understood, no problems would occur if the strength was just right.

Five days later, the visitors learned how to make these noodles. The Lin family's canteen finally stopped having all kinds of peculiar noodles every day.

"Young lady, is this acceptable?" A man beamingly presented his noodles to Lin Ziyin as if seeking praise, resembling a child who had done well.