I, Qianqian, transmigrated.
Other people transmigrate and get caught up in household and palace intrigue, fighting for imperial favor. I just want to farm.
I'll grow cilantro, scallions, and chives, then raise a few chickens and enjoy a happy, peaceful retirement.
Then a half-dead handsome man dropped out of the sky, begging me to save his life.
I saved him, named him A Yu, and put him to work chopping firewood and fixing the roof.
He doesn't talk much, but he's good at his job. I mean, good at working.
His cooking was so delicious I could eat three bowls of rice, and he looked so good chopping firewood that I couldn't take my eyes off him.
I thought I'd found a treasure of a hired hand.
Until one day, an unwelcome visitor showed up outside the courtyard wall.
That's when I learned that the man who'd been working at my house for fifty days was...
the commander of a hundred thousand troops guarding the frontier.
He'd never lost his memory.
From the very first day he met me, he knew who he was, knew pursuers were coming, and knew that staying would mean certain death.
But he stayed anyway.
Why?
Because he said,
"In the barren half of my life, you were the only light."
