After Transmigrating, I Farmed Cabbages with the Amnesiac Prince.

After transmigrating into the body of an orphaned refugee, Zhang Wanqing finds herself in a feudal society with no golden finger or grand system to rely on. Gritting her teeth, she moves into a decrepit temple and picks up a hoe and shovel, vowing to survive against all odds.

She clears wasteland for farming, raises livestock and poultry, and even brings back a wolf cub from the mountains to raise. Eventually, she manages to scr*pe by. Later, the perfumes she creates take the markets of Luzhou by storm, and everyone respectfully addresses her as “Boss Zhang.”

Despite her success, Zhang Wanqing never forgets her roots. She promotes agriculture, builds schools, and provides relief to refugees, earning widespread praise and admiration.

But what should she do about the handsome yet silly young man who follows her around like a loyal puppy during her daily tasks? When she hoes the ground, he fetches water. When she feeds the chickens, he herds the sheep—seemingly oblivious to the mud dirtying his elegant azure silk robes.

“Suhan Shan, the fields aren’t plowed yet—what’s the point of watering them?” Zhang Wanqing finally questions him, her bright almond eyes glaring in exasperation. The bashful young man blushes, scratching his head and apologizing, “Mother said the soil must be moist for plowing to go smoothly!”

At first, it seemed like a perfectly ordinary remark. But Zhang Wanqing is suddenly reminded of the shadows and whispers beneath the red canopy last night. Her face flushes crimson, and she tosses her farming tools aside, fleeing into the house. Behind her, the silly young man stands in the garden, scratching his head in confusion.