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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 603 Going Back (5)_1

But Billy could not accept Bayal's decision, even after being tactfully persuaded by Timur. He became furious and stormed into Bayal's tent.

"Do you, General, want to be seen as a coward, ridiculed by the citizens of North Country and dishonored by the aristocrats?" Billy retorted angrily.

But Bayal didn't get angry, he calmly looked at Billy and said, "If their lives are at stake, what does ridicule matter?"

Hitting his fist on the armrest of his chair, Billy was seething with rage.

He and Bayal had different beliefs. In Billy's view, it was an honor for the soldiers to serve the North Country, a part they were of. What did the lives of common people matter? There would always be new soldiers to replace the dead.

"Bayal, you should know that the situation we're in is not something you can just walk away from." Billy lowered his voice, trying to suppress his anger, trying hard to convince Bayal to stay.