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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 596 Finally Ended(5)_1

"You think you can get away so easily? Not so fast." Si Jinhan looked at the fleeing crowd with a cold smirk. He reached out to take the bow and arrow handed over by the soldier beside him, then aimed at Bayal's back and slowly moved to his left shoulder.

Since the prince and Mr. Situ decided to spare them, Si Jinhan would not take his life either.

The arrow imbued with inner strength flew towards Bayal with unstoppable force.

Bayal, who was in the midst of a hectic escape, heard the sound of the arrow slicing through the air from behind. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

"Ah." As the dull thump echoed, Bayal tumbled from his horse.

"General."

"Not good, the general has been shot."

...

Maybe it was because the injury was too painful, or perhaps it was because of the repeated shocks of the day, Bayal fell and darkness enveloped his vision before he passed out.

"National Master."

"Quickly find the National Master."

The soldiers around Bayal were thrown into panic.