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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 475 Development of Private Schools (3)_1

"Quite impressive." Mei Hanqing began to observe the environment of the Academy carefully as he followed Lin Ziyin into the yard.

The main entrance of the study room had a guard. Random people could not stroll in casually. Inside, all sorts of flowers and tall trees were planted. The place was landscaped with little bridges over flowing water, hinting at the charm of Jiangnan. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Mei Hanqing would find it hard to imagine that a private school could possess such elegance. Different forms of chairs and stools were arranged in an orderly fashion along the lengthy wooden corridor.

The sound of reading echoed from various courtyards, a feature seemingly not different from other academies.

Lin Ziyin was calm, while Chu Suifeng and Situ Gong seemed rather relaxed. Only Mei Hanqing was scrutinizing the surroundings in all seriousness.

"Sir, I believe there is a problem here." A student's questioning voice was heard as they approached a courtyard.