I'm a zombie, what's the point of awakening the yellow-haired system?

The yard was filled with boxes: the best nutrients, precious medicines, sophisticated weapons...

"Those belong to the camp now," the maid sneered, "You are just ordinary residents now. You have to earn what you want!"

"How dare you do this to Her Royal Highness the Princess..."

"There is no princess here," the maid interrupted, "those who want to work will gather at the east gate at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he walked away.

"Your Highness," A'man knelt down, "Let me go find Zhang Chen to reason with him!"

"No," Annabelle said softly, "She's right. We are just ordinary people now."

"But..."

"Tomorrow," Annabell smiled, "let's go to work together."

"What?" A'man was shocked. "You're going to the construction site?"

"Why not?" Annabelle looked at her hands. "I also want to know what life is like for ordinary people."

"But you are a princess!"

"Here," Annabelle said, "I'm just Anna."

At night, Annabell lay on her simple bed, thinking back to her past days of luxury.

The temperature in the greenhouse of the picking garden is so high that it makes people breathless.

Annabelle was clumsily picking tomatoes, her white dress was covered in dirt, sweat dripped down her blonde hair, but she remained graceful.

"Hurry up!" the supervisor shouted, "It takes an hour to fill only half a basket. This efficiency is too low!"

A'man gritted his teeth and picked the fruits quickly: "I'll help Dian... help Anna."

"Hey," a sturdy female worker next to her sneered, "Whose daughter is this? And you brought a maid to work with you?"

"That's right," another female worker replied, "You come to work in skirts, do you think this is a royal garden?"

"I heard that it was a princess from the west," someone said sarcastically, "and she wanted to marry our Commander Zhang!"

"Pah!" A heavily made-up woman spat, "Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself! What kind of beauties has our Commander Zhang not seen?"

"That's right! Doctor Lin from the Military Medical Department is absolutely stunning!"

"And Chief Su from the Intelligence Department, with his figure and temperament..."

"At least I have real skills! But you think you can get ahead just by having a pretty face?"

Aman clenched his fists and was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Annabelle.

"Sorry," Annabelle smiled, "This is our first time doing this, so we're a little slow."

Her gentle voice and humble attitude left the female workers speechless for a moment.

"Hmph, just pretending!" someone whispered.

Annabell ignored him and concentrated on picking the fruits. Her movements were clumsy but serious.

"Your Highness," Aman whispered, "Let me teach them a lesson!"

"No need," Annabelle said softly, "They are right. Pretty faces are really worthless here."

"But..."

"We still have a lot to learn," Annabelle wiped the sweat from her forehead, "This is just the beginning."

At lunch break, while everyone else ate in the shade, Annabell continued to work.

"Your Highness," A'man said distressedly, "your hands are all blistered."

"It doesn't matter," Annabelle said with a smile, "I want to prove to them that I'm not here to climb the social ladder."

The sunlight shone through the glass of the greenhouse and onto her mud-stained skirt.

A fragrant breeze blew by, and the noise in the greenhouse instantly quieted down.

Everyone stood up and saluted: "Hello, President Su!"

A tall elf woman walked slowly towards them. She had the iconic pointed ears, long silver hair that flowed like moonlight, and deep, moving violet eyes. She was wearing a long white dress, which made her look even more extraordinary.

"Is it her?" Sophie stopped in front of Annabell, thinking.

Three months ago, at the Federal Central College, she still remembered the blonde girl standing beside the king, donating supplies to the poor students. At that time, she was wearing a luxurious dress, but she gave a sincere smile to every student.

Although Annabelle is covered in dirt now, she still maintains her elegance.

"Your Highness," Sophie said softly, "I didn't expect to see you here."

The people around were in an uproar.

"What? Dean Su knows her?"

"Is she really a princess?"

"It's over, it's over. I just said something bad about her..."

A'man straightened his back, waiting for Sophie to stand up for his master.

But Annabell just smiled: "Hello, Dean Su, I'm just an ordinary worker now."

Sophie looked at her sweat-soaked skirt and her blistered hands.

"Why do you come here to work?" she asked, "With your status..."

"Because I want to understand life here," Annabelle said, "to understand the real world."

Chapter 724 Don’t do this!

Sophie thought thoughtfully: "Do you know why Zhang Chen refused the marriage?"

"I know," Annabell nodded, "He thinks it's charity and a humiliation."

"Then why do you stay?"

Annabell's tears fell silently.

"You don't know," she choked, "how miserable the Federation is right now..."

Sophie listened quietly.

"The once fertile land is now full of zombies." Annabell wiped away her tears. "Last fall, the last wheat field was captured, and the granary can only last for three months..."

"I've heard of it." Sophie said softly.

"The palace is still holding banquets, and the earls are still fighting for power," Annabelle smiled bitterly, "but the streets... the streets are full of people starving to death."

Aman lowered his head, thinking of those terrible scenes:

Children looking for food in the garbage dump...

The old people chewed tree bark to satisfy their hunger...

Some people even mixed Guanyin soil with bran to satisfy their hunger...

"His Majesty the King said that as long as I can stay here," Annabelle clutched the corner of her clothes, "once the news spreads back to the Federation, no one will dare to bully us."

"So you are here as a hostage?" Sophie raised her eyebrows.

"No," Annabell raised her head, a determined light in her eyes, "I'm here to survive. The Federation needs Zhang Chen's protection and the power here."

"Even if you have to suffer here?"

"What kind of suffering is this?" Annabelle smiled. "Compared to those people who starved to death, I am enjoying a good life."

Sophie looked at her skirt covered in mud and for the first time, she felt a bit of respect for this seemingly fragile princess.

"You know," Sophie said, "Zhang Chen hates hypocritical people the most."

"I know," Annabell nodded, "so I want to impress him with my sincerity. Not for the sake of marriage, but for the people of the Federation."

The sunlight shone through the glass onto her face, reflecting a crystal tear mark.

"Okay," Sophie said suddenly, "I'll help you."

"what?"

"But not now," Sophie turned around, "Wait until you really integrate into this place, wait until you really understand the life here, then I will take you to see him."

"Thank you!" Annabell bowed.

"By the way," Sophie stopped, "We will report to the medical team tomorrow. They are short of manpower."

"But..." A'man wanted to say something.

"Don't worry," Sophie smiled, "I won't let you work in vain."

As night falls, Sophie's office is brightly lit.

"This is the latest granary data," Sophie handed a report to Zhang Chen who was checking the map, "Now our grain reserves have filled three warehouses."

Zhang Chen frowned slightly: "Build another warehouse?"

"It's not a good idea," Sophie shook her head, "We need to open up trade channels."

Zhang Chen stood in front of a huge battle map with the locations of various camps marked on it. He was tall and straight, and his black combat uniform made him look heroic, with eyes as sharp as an eagle.

"The southern camps are short of food," Sophie pointed at the map, "but they have rich mineral resources."

"The transportation route is too dangerous." Zhang Chen objected.

"So we need more road sweepers," Sophie smiled. "It just so happens that I have my eyes on a candidate today."

"Who?"

"Princess Annabell of the Federation."

Zhang Chen sneered: "Her? A pampered young lady?"

"Don't underestimate her," Sophie said. "She's very smart and strong. She's much better than some congressmen who are only good at talking."

"You are speaking for others again."

"I'm just being honest," Sophie walked to the window. "You know, she worked in the picking garden all day today without a single complaint."

"Hmph, just pretending."

"Have you forgotten that I can see through people's hearts?" Sophie turned around, her violet eyes gleaming, "She really wants to help the people of the Federation."

Zhang Chen was silent for a moment: "So?"

"Give her a chance," Sophie said, "let her join the medical team. Dr. Lin is short of staff."

"It's up to you." Zhang Chen waved his hand, "But..."

"Don't worry," Sophie smiled, "I won't let her get close to you."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"I know," Sophie approached him, "you're worried that she's a Federation spy. But believe me, she's not."

Zhang Chen looked at Sophie: "Do you really admire her?"

"Yes," Sophie nodded, "She reminds me of myself back then. For the sake of my people, I once put aside the pride of an elf."

"Okay," Zhang Chen compromised, "but you have to keep a close watch on me."

"Of course," Sophie smiled, "but I think you'll change your mind about her soon."

The moonlight shines through the window onto the desk piled with documents. At this moment, the atmosphere in the power center is unusually relaxed.

"By the way," Zhang Chen suddenly said, "I'm going to inspect the North District tomorrow, and tonight..."

"Got it," Sophie interrupted him, "I'll prepare your favorite dishes."

Zhang Chen rarely smiled and turned away.

Sophie looked at his back, thinking. Maybe Annabelle could really bring some changes to this stubborn man.

In the corridor of the medical team, Zhang Chen met Annabell for the first time.

The sun shines through the window onto her. Her long golden hair is as smooth as silk, and her emerald eyes are like the purest emerald. She wears a simple white coat, but it cannot conceal her innate noble temperament.

But she is too thin.

Zhang Chen noticed her slender, almost transparent wrists and slightly pale face. The princess who had once lived a life of luxury was now as thin as a bird.