After traveling through time, I was raised by a little brat

With Mo Xiang's help, Tang Wenshu swallowed the small pill. This small pill was meticulously prepared by the court physician, with various benefits to address emergencies. After an incense stick of time, Tang Wenshu regained consciousness.

However, when she awoke, she found herself still extremely weak, as if all her strength had been drained. Mr. Su blew the whistle again, calling everyone to the shooting range. Even though Tang Wenshu hadn't fully recovered, she couldn't avoid participating in this training. However, Mr. Su specifically instructed her to practice archery to the best of her ability, based on her actual condition.

Hearing this instruction, Tang Wenshu softly replied, "Okay, Mr. Su." Her voice was weak and feeble, as if all her strength had been drained away, like an elderly person on the verge of collapse. Despite this, she still had to follow Mr. Su's advice. After all, he was far more powerful than she was. If she didn't, she would die. Mr. Su was no pushover, and her punishments were terrifying.

She would hide if she could, even though she knew it was just a self-deceiving thought. But at least it would give her some peace of mind for the time being. Tang Wenshu had been working hard in modern society for more than 20 years, working from dawn to dusk every day, just to have a better life. However, reality was always cruel. No matter how hard she tried, she would end up being just an ordinary person, not even as happy as those lazy people. Now, she didn't want to work hard anymore. She felt too tired. She wanted to give up. Anyway, her brothers would work hard, so she could just enjoy life.

The students then began practicing archery, with Mr. Su coaching. It was Tang Tian's turn. She picked up her bow and arrow and quickly fired two arrows, aiming the last one at Tang Wenshu, who was standing in the crowd. A smug smile played on her face, as if she had already seen the blood splattering after Tang Wenshu was shot.

"Sister, I'm sorry, my aim is not good." There was a hint of malice in Tang Tian's voice.

Tang Wenshu had just recovered from heatstroke and was still very weak. She stared wide-eyed at the arrow hurtling towards her, her mind racing, trying to evade it, but her body seemed frozen in place, unable to move.

The students around them all closed their eyes, unable to bear witness to this cruel scene. They were all members of the Tang family, and they had never expected that Tang Tian would be so cruel to her fellow sisters in a fit of rage.

In a flash, Mr. Su quickly pulled an arrow from his quiver, drew his bow, and shot it in one smooth motion. His arrow met Tang Tian's arrow in mid-air, and then both fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the surrounding students breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts finally at ease. Tang Wenshu, on the other hand, collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her recent experience of facing death had made her realize that this was no longer the peaceful modern world, but an ancient world rife with danger and bloodshed.

An eight-year-old girl in the Duke of Tang's mansion could unleash ruthlessness without hesitation, and her own time travel to this era was a true example of this. Thinking of this, Tang Wenshu couldn't help but feel a wave of fear. She realized how naive she had been, believing she could enjoy a comfortable life in this world. Could it be that, because of time travel, she had also lost her mind?

"Next, continue." Mr. Su's voice echoed again, as if what had just happened was just an insignificant incident. He seemed unconcerned with the children's open and secret struggles, instead focusing on teaching them shooting techniques. The students were accustomed to this; after all, in a place like the Duke of Tang's mansion, such scenes were commonplace.

Tang Wenshu was secretly pleased with herself. She knew her performance would draw ridicule, but that was precisely the effect she had intended. She feigned composure as she stepped forward, picked up her bow and arrow, and feigned a serious demeanor. However, as she picked up the arrow, she deliberately made clumsy movements, not even drawing the bowstring fully before hastily releasing it. The result was predictable: the arrow fell limply, well short of the target. She should have fired three arrows, but she only released one before quickly lowering the bow.

The entire audience erupted in laughter, filled with mockery and disdain. "Is that all she's capable of? What a complete idiot!" someone scoffed. Another chimed in, "I thought she was incredibly skilled, but she can't even shoot an arrow." Everyone was discussing the situation, expressing disdain for Tang Wenshu's foolish behavior.

Faced with the crowd's ridicule, Tang Wenshu didn't feel angry or sad. Instead, she sneered inwardly. She knew clearly that these people's reaction was exactly what she expected. She wanted them to think she was an incompetent fool and let down their guard. Only in this way could she better hide her true strength.

Mr. Su didn't stop the students from laughing. He simply glanced at Tang Wenshu calmly, then waved to the next student to continue shooting practice. For him, the fights between these children were not his main concern. He was more concerned with how to train excellent shooters.

The next student was Tang Jing. She expertly nocked her arrow and slowly drew the bowstring to full length. Everyone thought she was about to score a great goal. However, at that moment, there was a crisp snap, and the bowstring suddenly broke. The powerful force caused the broken string to instantly ricochet onto Tang Jing's forehead, causing blood to spurt out.

The court physician rushed over again and quickly tended to Tang Jing's wound. After applying medicine and bandaging it, he solemnly told her, "Your appearance has been disfigured, and I'm afraid it will leave a scar." For a woman, disfigurement is undoubtedly a devastating blow, especially in a Duke's mansion where women are often viewed as instruments of marriage. Tang Jing might well be considered a discarded child.

For a moment, the entire archery range fell into a deathly silence. Everyone was shocked by the accident and felt sorry for Tang Jing's fate. Finally, Tang Jing couldn't contain her inner pain and despair, and she burst into a long-suppressed sob. It was as piercing and heartbreaking as a wounded animal.

Only someone in the corner murmured softly: "How could it be her, obviously..." The voice stopped abruptly, and a hand covered the person's mouth, blocking the rest of the words back into his throat.