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

As the first gentle autumn breeze blew, golden and fiery red leaves drifted down like dancing butterflies, scattering across the ground in a vibrant, colorful painting. The deepening autumn air felt like the closing curtain of a grand performance, a scene that happened to be witnessed by Tang Wenshu and her mother.

At this moment, they were sitting comfortably in the carriage, leisurely admiring the breathtaking scenery along the mountain road, and occasionally chatting happily. Outside the carriage window, the mountains were rolling and the trees were shady. Occasionally, a few beams of sunlight penetrated the dense branches and leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.

Finally, the carriage reached the foot of the mountain. Her mother eagerly pulled Tang Wenshu out of the carriage and continued on foot. Gazing at the towering peak before her, and the winding stone staircase that rose like a ladder to heaven, Tang Wenshu felt a surge of rage. She muttered to herself, "No wonder my two brothers refused to accompany me to this 'torture'. They'd anticipated the hardship, and they only knew how to tease me, their little sister!"

Despite her complaints, Tang Wenshu remained close to his mother, embarking on the mountaineering journey. Soon, they came into view of the solemn and majestic Lingyun Temple. Upon entering, his mother, with a heart of deep piety, knelt on her knees, quietly resting on a cushion. She gently closed her eyes and began to kowtow with sincerity.

My mother murmured softly, "I, Zeng Yuan, pray for God's blessing. First, I wish my husband, Tang Jilian, a smooth career and a successful career. Second, I wish my beloved daughter, Tang Wenshu, a peaceful and happy life. Third, I wish our country prosperity and our people peace and contentment."

At this moment, Tang Wenshu also closed her eyes, seemingly following her mother's lead in the kowtow, but in reality, her mind was completely blank, not thinking about anything. After hearing her mother's prayers, she couldn't help but wonder, "Huh? Why are there only blessings from my father and me? And what about those two damn brothers? Did you simply forget about them because they didn't accompany you to burn incense and make wishes?" Thinking of this, Tang Wenshu pouted in dissatisfaction, feeling puzzled...

"What are you mumbling about?" Suddenly, Tang Wenshu felt a light but powerful slap on the back of her head. She turned in surprise, her gaze landing on her mother standing beside her. She looked at her seriously, a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

Tang Wenshu groaned inwardly, "Mom, why are you so violent? This isn't good." Ever since entering the temple, Tang Wenshu had kept her head lowered, silently following her mother's steps. Now, the sudden slap forced her to look up, and her gaze fell on an object placed in the center of the temple.

Tang Wenshu was nearly frightened to the point of heart arrest! She had originally thought that the statue enshrined here would be a common statue of the God of Wealth or Guanyin Bodhisattva, but what she saw was completely beyond her expectations - it was actually a strange animal statue!

This mysterious creature possessed a head reminiscent of a dragon, its eyes large and piercing. Atop its head grew two sharp horns that seemed capable of piercing the heavens. Its body resembled that of a deer, yet not identical. Its body was covered in fine scales that shimmered with a faint light. A pair of broad wings spread from its back, as if ready to take flight, while its long tail swayed gently in the air like a nimble whip.

Faced with such a bizarre sight, Tang Wenshu was terrified, and a thought quickly flashed through his mind: Could this be the legendary Qilin? It really lived up to its reputation!

At this moment, she noticed that there was a small and exquisite plaque in front of the Qilin statue, on which were written four powerful characters "Peace and Prosperity".

Seeing this, Tang Wenshu suddenly realized that his mother's third wish for peace and prosperity was precisely because Lingyun Temple enshrined the Qilin, a symbol of auspiciousness and peace! Could it be that when visiting this place to worship the Qilin, everyone must devoutly recite this blessing?

Under the pressure of his mother's sharp and majestic eyes, Tang Wenshu had no choice but to kneel on his knees again and murmured softly: "I hope the country will be peaceful and the people will be safe, and my mother will be healthy..." If Qilin could really hear people's prayers in the sky, and was told to pray for peace in the country and tranquility of the people every day, its ears would probably become calloused, right?

Tang Wenshu walked out of Lingyun Temple, her mind wandering, absentminded. She propped her head against the car window frame, staring blankly out the window. At that moment, all she wanted was to get home and rest as soon as possible. After all, she had been exhausted from the climb up the mountain, and the descent had been a difficult trek all by herself. Now, her legs felt weak, and her calves trembled uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a sharp neigh pierced the air! The driver was desperately pulling on the reins, trying to control the frightened horse, but the horse seemed to have gone mad, its front hooves raised high, and the entire carriage shook violently. After a long time, the out-of-control carriage finally slowly stopped.

Seeing this, Tang Wenshu quickly lifted the curtain and stepped out to investigate. The sudden change had caught her off guard, and she fell hard to the ground, her forehead slamming heavily against the hard window. After the pain eased slightly, she struggled to her feet and jumped out of the carriage without hesitation.

However, when she looked closely, she couldn't help but scream, "Ah!" She saw a person lying not far ahead, covered in blood! The person was lying face down, motionless, as if he had lost all life. Seeing this scene, Tang Wenshu was immediately terrified and stood there, completely unsure how to react. At this moment, Aunt Rong hurriedly got off the carriage, walked quickly to Tang Wenshu's side, and said, "Don't be afraid, young lady. Let this old servant handle it."

Nanny Rong carefully extended her hands and gently turned the man lying on the ground over. When the blood-stained face came into view, she couldn't help but scream, "Ah! It's Brother Chu Rui!" Seeing this familiar figure, Tang Wenshu felt a surge of courage, and her fear instantly dissipated.

She turned around hurriedly and looked at Nanny Rong beside her with pleading eyes, and begged: "Nanny Rong, please help me carry Brother Chu Rui to the carriage. We have to stop his bleeding quickly!" Seeing this, Nanny Rong lifted the injured Chu Rui together with the coachman without saying a word and placed him in the carriage with difficulty.

At this moment, Zeng Yuan, who had been standing aside, came forward, held Tang Wenshu's hand tightly, and said softly: "There are differences between men and women. Shu'er should just watch from the side. Let Nanny Rong handle it. After all, the situation is urgent now, and we can't delay at all." This time, they only brought Nanny Rong and the coachman with them. They really couldn't find any other more suitable candidates at the moment.

After thinking calmly for a moment, Zeng Yuan decisively gave an order to the coachman: "Keep going! It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. If there are more enemies chasing us, the consequences will be disastrous. We must rush back to the Duke's Mansion as soon as possible." Upon hearing this, the coachman immediately waved the whip and drove the horse to speed up.

Once inside the carriage, Tang Wenshu unhesitatingly assisted Nanny Rong, removing Chu Rui's bloodstained clothing piece by piece. From the outside, his arms and legs had suffered severe sword wounds, the flesh turned outward at the wounds, a horrific sight. However, worryingly, it was unclear whether he had any internal injuries.

Fortunately, the carriage had been stocked with ointments for treating injuries, as well as hemostatic powder and bandages. At this moment, Tang Wenshu had lost all her usual romantic amorous thoughts. Her only concern was carefully examining and treating every wound on Chu Rui's body.