With graduation approaching, Song Minghua was exhausted from looking for work. Before bed, he casually opened a novel to unwind. When he woke up, he had become the real second young master in the story, the one who had been switched at birth.
Fortunately, he was reunited with his family as soon as he arrived.
Unfortunately, the imperial edict demoting the family reached the Song residence before his carriage did.
The Song family were good people. Even when they were demoted, they remembered to bring Song Minghua along.
But looking at the barren hillsides and fields in the poor backwater town, Song Minghua murmured, "So after graduating, I'm really going home to farm?"
Luckily, he had grown up in the countryside. The surroundings were different, but land was land, and he could farm it!
The Song family were good people, but they were pampered city folk, used to life in the capital. As soon as they arrived in this little county, one after another fell ill, especially his little sister and the fake young master, Song Zhian.
His eldest brother was overwhelmed by the endless business at the county office, so caring for them naturally fell to Song Minghua.
Song Minghua worked in the fields all day and checked on the two of them before bed every night.
Song Zhian was the fussiest. He was miserable whether it was too cold or too hot. Even when his little sister was steadily recovering, he was still sickly, coughing whenever he spoke.
Song Minghua held back again and again until he couldn't take it anymore. He simply moved Song Zhian into his own room and had him sleep there.
They'd share a room, eat together, and sleep together. He refused to believe he couldn't nurse him back to health!
Song Zhian was reasonable, too. Knowing how hard Song Minghua worked, he came up with different ways every day to lighten his load.
He brought him meals, prepared bathwater, and mended the clothes he tore while working...
Song Minghua was touched, but also felt a little awkward. As time passed and Song Zhian seemed almost fully recovered, he thought it was time to have him move back to his own room.
He had barely started speaking when Song Zhian nearly lost his balance and fell onto the bed. Coughing until his face was red, he accused him, "Brother, are you kicking me out? Are you driving me out of the Song family?!"
Song Minghua: "?!?"
Was that what he'd just said?
Four years later, the capital was in turmoil, and the world had changed. The youngest son the late emperor was said to have lost had been found and inherited the throne.
The wrongful case from years ago was reopened, and the eldest Song brother was reassigned to the capital.
On the way into the city, Song Minghua thought of the younger brother he had lost and planned to go back for him once the family had settled in.
Who could have guessed that the new emperor's gifts would arrive one after another, with chests of treasures and land deeds pouring into the Song residence?
A few days later, the emperor himself arrived. Song Minghua followed the others to meet him and bowed his head, about to kneel.
A broad hand lifted him first. Then a familiar voice reached his ears. "Dear brother, since you've already accepted the betrothal gifts, save a bow of this magnitude for our wedding day."
Song Minghua jerked his head up, his hand trembling where it gripped the emperor's yellow robe. He'd really gone and raised this boy too well.
A gentle, pitiful act hiding a dark heart, the pursuer Song Zhian x a hardworking college student and love idiot, the pursued Song Minghua
An alternate dynasty, both leads have no prior partners, farming, court politics
Theme: Let's build a better future together.
