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

After the day's classes ended, Tang Wenshu and the others came to Zeng Yuan's courtyard for dinner. She told everyone what had happened today. Tang Qi frowned and said, "Song Ke'er is at most a pawn. Sister, you must be careful!"

Zeng Yuan asked with concern, "Are the courses in the intermediate class very difficult?" Then she said, "But Shu'er won't need to take science exams in the future, so all you need to do in your studies is to understand the knowledge. You don't need to work too hard on yourself." Tang Wenshu nodded to show that he understood.

Tang Zhengrong also became much calmer and no longer so jumpy.

After dinner, everyone dispersed. Tang Wenshu returned to her room, took out the book her teacher had been teaching, and began to study it carefully. She knew Zeng Yuan was worried about the hard work, but she didn't want to disappoint everyone's expectations, and she didn't want to be useless.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for bed. Tang Wenshu contentedly closed her book, blew out the candle, and went to bed. In her dream, she seemed to see her future self, dressed in gorgeous clothes, standing in the crowd, attracting attention.

The next day, Tang Wenshu got up early, washed up, and headed to the classroom. On the way, she ran into Song Ke'er, who gave her a provocative look. Tang Wenshu ignored her and walked straight into the classroom.

But I won't offend others unless they offend me. Even if Tang Wenshu ignores them, trouble will still come to him.

People started arriving one after another. Tang Wenshu walked to her seat, preparing to take a seat. Out of caution, she first checked to see if the desk and stool were in place. After all, she had encountered bugs in desks and stools in the beginner class. Her actions caught the eye of Tang Zigui, who leaned inward, seemingly disdainful of her.

Tang Wenshu checked and found nothing unusual, so she sat down with peace of mind. Unexpectedly, while she was squatting, Song Ke'er in the back row pulled the stool with her legs, causing it to tilt back, and Tang Wenshu naturally sat on the ground.

"Ah--" Tang Wenshu screamed, his butt hurting from the fall.

"You, you've gone too far!" She stood up and slapped Song Ke'er.

"Pa——" The sound was crisp and loud, and everyone around was stunned. Tang Wenshu actually dared to hit someone in the intermediate class?

"You fell down because you didn't sit firmly and you blame others." Song Ke'er covered her face and looked at Tang Wenshu in disbelief. After she came to her senses, she was unwilling to accept it and was about to tear Tang Wenshu's hair.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a stern voice came from the door.

"Mr. Du...Mr. Du!" Before Song Ke'er could recover from the sudden change, Tang Wenshu had already rushed to Mr. Du's side, crying loudly: "Mr. Du, she pushed me to the ground and hit me!"

Song Ke'er's eyes widened, a look of disbelief on her face. It was Tang Wenshu who had clearly struck first, and she hadn't even fought back, so how could she be the one hitting him? She suddenly felt something she had never experienced before—being wronged, unable to defend herself. This feeling, something she had always inflicted on others, was now happening to her.

Song Ke'er turned to look at Tang Zigui. They were so close, she must have seen what happened. Furthermore, Tang Zigui had never had a favorable impression of Tang Wenshu; their relationship was essentially hostile. Logically, she would have stood up for him. Furthermore, since he was her personal assistant, she would have definitely explained things to him.

However, to Song Ke'er's surprise, when Mr. Du turned to Tang Zigui to inquire about the situation, Tang Zigui replied without hesitation, "I was reading at the time and didn't see the argument." As she spoke, the other students around her also lowered their heads, saying they hadn't seen anything either. Song Ke'er's heart sank completely. She couldn't understand these people's behavior. They were all in this together, so why did they choose to betray her at this critical moment? She kept asking herself why, but she couldn't get an answer.

Tang Zigui was actually muttering to herself, "Stupid! You can't even handle an eight-year-old, and you still need to testify for her? Isn't this just going to make others suspect me of being behind this?" Besides, Tang Wenshu was so young, and had a reputation for being crazy, so the teacher would definitely favor her. The most important thing now was to clear himself of the charge of bullying a crazy child.

Song Ke'er didn't understand any of this; she simply felt abandoned. She believed she hadn't done her job properly, and that was why Tang Zigui had given up on her. Her rage surged to her core, and she decided to go all out. If she wasn't going to have a good time, then neither would Tang Zigui.

So, Song Ke'er knelt down and said tearfully, "Sir, it was Tang Zigui who told me to do this. She said that the position of Crown Princess could only be hers, and that bitch Tang Wenshu must never get her hands on it."

Then, she continued to cry, "Tang Zigui's second uncle is my father's immediate superior. She always says that my father's official position was obtained thanks to the Tang Guogong Mansion. I really dare not disobey her orders!"

The gentleman hadn't spoken yet, and Tang Wenshu, still pretending to cry, was stunned. Why was this person saying anything? Was he so foolish? Or was he scheming something else? Was he trying to attract attention or gain sympathy? But was there really any point in doing so? Tang Wenshu simply couldn't comprehend this person's actions or thoughts.

Mr. Du clapped his hands. "Okay, Song Ke'er, come see me after class. Class will begin now." His voice was calm and firm, without a trace of emotion. Hearing this, Song Ke'er's heart sank. She didn't know how Mr. Du would punish her. Her mood became extremely heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing down on her. She was sometimes nervous, sometimes letting go of everything, and sometimes being cruel to Tang Zigui, believing that everything was because of her. Her heart was filled with contradictions and struggles, not knowing how to face what was going to happen next.

Song Ke'er spent the entire class in a trance. She tried to focus, but the thought of Mr. Du's potential punishment kept resurfacing in her mind. She felt incredibly anxious, uneasy, and even a little scared. She couldn't help but regret her impulsive behavior. Why had she rushed to sue Tang Zigui? If she had been calmer, perhaps she wouldn't have found herself in such an awkward situation. However, it was too late now. She could only wait for the bell to ring and face Mr. Du's judgment.

It wasn't until the end of get out of class that Song Ke'er packed up her books and prepared to go find the teacher. Tang Wenshu secretly followed her. Seeing Song Ke'er standing in the corridor, she walked over and stopped her, saying, "If you think about it, we don't have to be enemies."

Song Ke'er looked at Tang Wenshu, feeling a little puzzled, but still replied politely: "I will think about it carefully." Then she turned and left, leaving Tang Wenshu standing there alone.

After Song Ke'er found her teacher, he didn't punish her as she had expected. Instead, he asked her to copy the scriptures a hundred times. Although copying scriptures can help people calm down, Song Ke'er couldn't concentrate. Tang Wenshu's words kept appearing in her mind.

She didn't know what to choose: should she join Tang Wenshu in dealing with Tang Zigui, or continue to be Tang Zigui's henchman? If she chose the former, wouldn't she become just like Tang Wenshu? But if she chose the latter, what if Tang Zigui sold her out again one day?

Thinking of this, Song Ke'er felt lost and helpless. She recalled the reason her father had sent her here to study—at home, her stepmother always bullied her, and no one in the family was willing to help her. Her father was busy with work and had no time to care about her, so she had to face it all alone. Now, she lived in the Duke of Tang's mansion. If she was expelled from school or received other severe punishment, she would be forced to return to the home that terrified her.

Song Ke'er sat at her desk, looking out the window, her mind in turmoil. She didn't know where to go in the future, let alone how to escape this predicament.