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

Tang Wenshu was heartlessly abandoned in that beautiful garden, like a lonely flower, silently enduring the injustice of fate. Meixiang returned from using the restroom and looked around, but couldn't find any trace of Tang Wenshu. She thought perhaps Tang Wenshu had already gone to school, so she didn't pay much attention and turned away.

Meanwhile, the teachers at the girls' school believed Tang Wenshu had skipped classes out of fear or a lack of interest. Tang Zixin's deliberate arrangements had also reassigned the servants responsible for pruning the branches to other tasks. Thus, a series of seemingly fortuitous events intertwined, leaving poor Tang Wenshu alone in the vast garden for a long day.

Time passed quietly, and hunger gradually set in. However, Tang Wenshu had lost consciousness and no longer felt the hunger. However, thirst was unbearable. She could only stare at the sky, hoping for a drop of rain to moisten her dry throat.

As the sun set and night fell, the earth gradually became shrouded in coolness. However, a strange warmth quietly surged over Tang Wenshu's body, like a gentle embrace enveloping her. Exhausted, she finally gave in to the weariness and fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until after school that Meixiang and the others realized Tang Wenshu had disappeared. Distraught, they immediately reported the incident to Zeng Yuan and Tang Qi and began a search throughout the mansion. Everyone was utterly anxious, searching for clues in every corner, leaving no stone unturned.

As the night deepened and all was silent, Tang Qi finally found Tang Wenshu, unconscious, in a corner of the garden. Heartbroken, he quickly stepped forward to untie the ropes that bound her hands. Then, gently removing his outer garment, he carefully wrapped it around Tang Wenshu, as if protecting a precious treasure. Tang Wenshu's entire body was burning hot, clearly suffering from a persistent fever. She had fallen into a deep coma, completely unaware of what was happening outside. Tang Qi gazed at his frail, helpless sister in his arms, his eyes filled with self-blame and guilt.

He was filled with regret and self-blame, wondering why he hadn't accompanied his sister to school. Just last night, he had vowed that Shushu would inevitably face more difficulties and deliberate challenges after entering the intermediate class. However, what he didn't expect was that this insidious and cunning conspiracy had already begun quietly before she even set foot on the campus.

"Thirst..." The court doctor came and gave her some fever-reducing medicine before leaving. After she took the medicine, Tang Qi stayed by her side, changing the cold compress from time to time. By then, Tang Wenshu's fever had subsided. As soon as she spoke, Tang Qi, who was standing by her side, poured her a glass of water, tested the temperature with the back of his hand, and then helped her up and handed it to her.

Tang Wenshu slowly raised the water cup, took a sip, and then quietly waited for the coolness to flow down her throat. After a while, she finally felt that she had some strength, so she slowly opened her eyes.

As her vision gradually cleared, she saw the person standing before her—it was her eldest brother! In an instant, all the grievances and pain flooded her heart, and tears flowed from her eyes like a broken dam. Her cry was like a wounded little animal, making a low and sad sound: "Brother..."

Tang Qi looked at his sister with heartache, his heart filled with self-blame and guilt. He gently reached out and stroked Tang Wenshu's hair, saying softly, "You've been wronged. It's all my fault. I knew they would harm you, but I still didn't take adequate measures to protect you."

In truth, the suffering Tang Wenshu endured this time was relatively mild. Compared to the fierce battles in other mansions, where lives were often lost, this experience left Tang Wenshu with a profound understanding that this world was no longer the peaceful and tranquil China she had known in her previous life. Here, every action and every word could mean life or death, and the slightest misstep could lead to irretrievable doom.

"But what should I do..." At this moment, Tang Wenshu was filled with endless confusion and helplessness. Although she had already lived through 23 years before crossing over, now in this place, she found herself no match for those teenagers. And in this difficult time, she had no choice but to rely on the people in front of her.

Tang Qi pondered for a moment and then said, "Sister, if possible, pretending to be crazy or stupid is a good way to deal with it. After all, given your current situation, it's not easy to successfully integrate into the intermediate class and interact with those teenage girls. Besides, who would pay attention to a crazy or stupid person..."

"Everything will be arranged by my brother." Tang Wenshu responded in a low, slightly nasal voice. At the same time, she buried her head deep in the quilt, as if trying to escape reality.

Seeing this, Tang Qi comforted her softly, "Take a good rest today. You still have classes to study tomorrow." After that, he gently tucked the corners of the quilt for Tang Wenshu, his movements were extremely gentle, for fear of disturbing her.

He stood up, walked to the table, and knocked the delicate teacup to the ground. With a crisp cracking sound that echoed throughout the room, the warm tea that had been inside flowed down like a stream, slowly sliding down the hem of his clothes.

Then, Pei Qingqing, the maidservant beside them, suddenly screamed, "Oh no! The young lady has gone mad! She's hurting people!" Her face was filled with fear, and her voice was so sharp and piercing that it seemed to burst through the roof. At the same time, another maidservant named Meixiang hurried out to call the mansion's doctor.

At this moment, Tang Wenshu lay quietly on the bed, her eyes revealing a hint of innocence and confusion. She stared wide-eyed at the chaotic scene before her, murmuring softly, "Brother, is your hand okay? Let me take a look..." Then, she struggled to sit up, but she seemed too weak to do so.

Meanwhile, Tang Qi sat silently at a table away from Tang Wenshu, his expression grim and gloomy. In response to his sister's concerned inquiries, he simply replied coldly, "It's nothing." He remained silent, allowing the hurriedly arrived court physician to bandage his wounds. After a thorough examination, the physician solemnly warned, "Don't get wet for the next few days to prevent a worsening infection..." With these words, the physician packed up his medicine box and left.

After the court doctor left, Tang Qi's expression changed dramatically. His tense face softened, and he said softly, "Rest well. I'll escort you to the academy tomorrow."

This sudden change left Tang Wenqi stunned, his mouth agape. He stared at Tang Qi with wide eyes, as if he were seeing a complete stranger. Meanwhile, Pei Qingqing stepped forward, a smug smile playing on her lips. She said to Tang Wenshu in a sweet voice, "Miss, was my performance okay? Was my reaction quick enough?"

Tang Wenshu thought to herself, "You're more than fast! You're moving at lightning speed. Unfortunately, before I could even react, everything was already settled." She shook her head and sighed helplessly. It seemed like she still had a lot to learn.