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

After finishing her meal, Miss Liu remained seated in her chair, showing no sign of getting up or leaving. Seeing this, Tang Wenshu frowned and asked, "Why, do you want me to personally escort you back home?"

Hearing this, Liu Xinya stood up abruptly, glaring at Tang Wenshu and snarling, "You, don't think you can bully others just because you have power, huh!" Then, like a frightened little rabbit, she hurriedly ran towards the door. The servant who had been waiting nearby saw his mistress suddenly run away and quickly ran after her.

Young Miss Liu was still young, her mind as pure as crystal, but even so, her distinction between good and evil was distinct and pure. She paid little attention to the servant who had just been kicked repeatedly. In her simple world, she probably hadn't even considered the fate and suffering of these servants. Naturally, she was even less likely to offer to seek medical treatment for the poor servant and heal his wounds.

Yet, how could she have foreseen that within this seemingly prosperous and peaceful mansion, the servants were in reality shrewd individuals, skilled at reading people's expressions and flattering the powerful and bullying the weak? Due to his injury, the servant could no longer remain at the young lady's side and serve her attentively as usual. So, he was soon and ruthlessly relegated to the most arduous and demanding task: emptying the night barrel. Not only did he have to endure the unpleasant odor every day, but he also had to drag his injured body back and forth to work.

Unfortunately, the strenuous work made the servant's already unhealed leg injury even worse. Before long, his leg injury worsened to the point where he could hardly walk, and he eventually became a cripple with a lifelong disability.

The Liu family, a prominent local clan, prioritized their image and reputation above all else. They would never allow a disabled servant to remain in their household, believing it would not only damage the family's reputation but also that even if they tried to sell him, they would likely struggle to fetch a good price. Against this backdrop, one day, the housekeeper casually dispatched another servant to mercilessly drive the lame servant out of the Liu family's gate.

"Liang Ping, Liang Ping, I never thought you'd end up like this! Not only have you lost the young lady's favor, but you've even been kicked out of the house like a dog! Hahahahaha..." The servant shouted at Liang Ping with a smug look on his face, then turned around and ordered his men, "All of you, go check his room to see if there's anything valuable! Search it carefully!"

Upon receiving the order, the ferocious group immediately rushed into Liang Ping's servants' quarters and began to search recklessly. The room was in chaos, with items discarded and scattered everywhere. After a long search, they only found a meager two taels of silver, 160 copper coins, and an ordinary jade pendant.

One of them picked up the jade pendant and looked at it for a moment, then curled his lips in disdain and said, "How much can such a broken piece of jade be worth?" Then he threw it away casually. The jade pendant hit the hard ground heavily and broke into pieces in an instant.

Seeing this, Liang Ping, who had been silently weeping, suddenly let out a heartbreaking cry: "Mother!" It turned out that this jade pendant was the only relic left to Liang Ping by his mother before her death, carrying with it his deep longing and attachment for her. But now, even this last bit of hope was destroyed.

Liang Ping could no longer contain his grief, collapsing on the cold ground like a deflated ball, tears streaming down his face. The despicable servant continued to taunt him, "Look at this! He's a lost dog! No wonder our distinguished young lady despises such a useless creature and wants to expel him from the palace!"

"I don't believe it! The eldest lady would never treat me like this! She must be angry with me and thinks I'm too useless, so she transferred me here to empty the night bucket. As long as she calms down, I will definitely go back to her and continue to serve her!" Liang Ping muttered to himself with an unwilling look on his face.

Back then, he was bought by the young lady herself, and ever since then, he's been by her side like a shadow, doing countless things for her. It's no exaggeration to say he's the young lady's most obedient and loyal dog. As long as the young lady gives the order, he'll pounce on anyone without hesitation. However, even the most docile dog can bite its owner when pushed to the limit.

"Hmph, since she's so heartless and ungrateful, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Liang Ping, expelled from the mansion, was filled with resentment and plotted revenge. For the past few days, he had been squatting on the bustling street outside the Liu Mansion, anxiously waiting for the moment Miss Liu Xinya stepped out of the mansion again.

Hard work pays off, and the day finally arrived. Liu Xinya, as usual, strutted ahead of the crowd, her master's manner. Her high-profile behavior gave Liang Ping the perfect opportunity. Hiding in a street corner, Liang Ping stared intently at the approaching Liu Xinya, silently counting down in his mind: "Closer... Closer... A little closer..." When the distance between them reached his ideal point, Liang Ping suddenly rushed out from the street like a hungry wolf, opening his bloody mouth and biting Liu Xinya's delicate white neck fiercely.

The people behind Liu Xinya were stunned by the sudden scene before them. For a moment, they were completely at a loss. After a long while, they came to their senses as if waking from a dream and rushed forward in a panic to try to separate the two people.

Liang Ping, like a mad beast, gripped Liu Xinya's fragile aorta with a fierce grip. Poor Liu Xinya couldn't even cry out for help. Blood gushed out of the wound like a flood, instantly staining her clothes red. The intense pain twisted her face beyond recognition, transforming her once delicate features into a hideous, horrifying expression.

However, no matter how the servants punched, kicked, or verbally abused him, Liang Ping remained steadfast, as if he held an irreconcilable hatred for Liu Xinya. His eyes revealed a frenzy and determination, as if he had lost all reason. As the seconds ticked by, Liu Xinya's breath grew weaker and weaker, until she finally stopped breathing.

Only after seeing Liu Xinya die did Liang Ping suddenly seem to have lost all his strength. He relaxed his mouth as if collapsing, and fell to the ground helplessly. There was still traces of Liu Xinya's blood at the corner of his mouth, a look that was both terrifying and horrifying.