I Went Farming with My Archrival

[Novel Blurb]

Shen Zhiqing was a devoted student of the classics. After placing second in the imperial examinations, he earned the emperor's favor and rose to the post of Chancellor of the Central Secretariat.

Unfortunately, he was famous for his cool, aloof nature, like the moon shining through clear skies. He had no sense of tact, and he and the powerful, ingratiating Regent were cut from completely different cloth. They couldn't stand each other.

That is, until Shen Zhiqing accompanied the emperor on an inspection tour south of the Yangtze. He and the Regent, Xiao Linghe, were both ambushed, fell off a cliff, and ended up stranded in the wilderness.

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His injuries were so severe that he could barely lift a finger, so Shen Zhiqing had no choice but to make peace with Xiao Linghe.

As luck would have it, his sworn enemy had lost his memory.

The sinister, unpredictable Regent, famous for his ruthless nature and for turning the world upside down with a wave of his hand, had become a sunny, cheerful, rugged farmer. He could shoot game on the mountain, or work the fields, chop wood, and cook.

Shen Zhiqing's face darkened. If he had been able to lift a sword, he would have killed his enemy long ago.

Still, this brawny man, with no memories and nothing but brute strength, was surprisingly considerate of him.

Knowing Shen Zhiqing was in poor health, he stayed by the medicine pot day and night to brew medicine for him. He took pity on his frail constitution and never made him work in the fields. He even got up in the middle of the night to make him whatever he was craving.

He nursed Shen Zhiqing from a sickly shadow of a man into someone with a rosy glow to his pale cheeks.

Little by little, Shen Zhiqing began to waver amid the simple meals and quiet, steady days.

As long as Xiao Linghe never regained his memory, perhaps they could go on living like this.

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After falling off the cliff, Xiao Linghe was amnesiac for only three days. On the fourth day, his memories returned.

His subordinates found him, and after learning that a group of people were trying to kill him, Xiao Linghe decided to lie low in this mountain village for a while longer.

As for that man, he could just find the right opportunity and kill him.

Until he accidentally caught sight of him bathing. That pale, water-beaded back appeared in his dreams for three nights straight.

Three months later, an unseen hand manipulated the court, more than a thousand miles away, as one ingenious trap after another fell into place.

The person directing it all from a thousand miles away listened to the report with his hands behind his back, then nodded coolly. "Understood."

He turned and lifted the curtain at the doorway, then said, "He hasn't been sleeping well lately. Don't come for the next few days. He might notice."

"Also..." His hand paused on the curtain. "Go warm some water. We'll need it in the middle of the night."

[Strong, muscular amnesiac act, rugged farmer who loves working the fields gong x sickly but brilliant, cool beauty shou]

[Reading Guide]

1. Both are virgins; one-on-one pairing.

2. A farming story. The court politics take up a very, very small part of the novel.

2. This blurb was captured on August 12, 2025.

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