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

Shortly after the Beginning of Winter, the first snow of the year began to fall, blanketing the ground in a blanket of silver. In the days that followed, light snow continued to fall. Aside from attending classes, Tang Wenshu remained at home. The Crown Prince was extremely busy, so the two could only communicate through letters.

That afternoon, the schedule was different. Mr. Qi led the students to the gardens to collect inspiration and paint the beauty of plum blossoms beneath the snow. When Tang Wenshu saw Mr. Qi's surname, she couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity. She knew Mr. Qi came from the Imperial Tutor's Mansion. While a minor branch, he was still a distinguished family. As for why he chose to come here, there must be a special story behind it.

In this cold season, brewing tea around the fire is undoubtedly one of the most relaxing pleasures. Unfortunately, they could only paint outside in the chill. Tang Wenshu found a quiet corner, set up her easel, and quietly gazed at the plum blossoms before her. She usually passed by them quickly, never examining them closely. Now she discovered their truly captivating beauty. Each blossom, like a masterpiece of nature, exuded endless charm and mystery.

Tang Wenshu watched snowflakes drift down the plum blossoms, the beauty of the snow-covered landscape captivating her. However, she had no idea that this beautiful scene posed a hidden danger. Suddenly, a clamor erupted from nowhere, as someone accidentally bumped into the plum tree in front of her. With a dull thud, the branches shook, sending snow cascading down like a white torrent, hurtling towards her and her easel.

Faced with this sudden change, Tang Wenshu had no time to think. Her body had already reacted and she quickly fell to the ground. However, her feet were still crushed by the fallen easel and her body was covered with thick snow.

"Ah! Tang Wenshu, are you okay?" Song Ke'er shouted in panic, and immediately dug into the snow with her hands, trying to rescue Tang Wenshu. Seeing that Tang Wenshu was motionless, she asked anxiously, "Is he dead?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" After hearing the sound, Mr. Qi rushed to the scene immediately. While organizing the students to dig the snow, he sent someone to notify the government doctor.

Turning around, Song Ke'er put away her worried expression and glared threateningly at a classmate. It turned out that the snow falling from the plum tree next to Tang Wenshu was premeditated.

Tang Wenshu lay sprawled on the cold ground, feeling powerless. She sighed inwardly. It had only been so long since she'd traveled to this era, and how many such perils had she already endured? How could she have been so careless? Had she even considered her own life? This incident had made her realize the cruelty of ancient family feuds. She couldn't help but sigh: Survival in this world is no easy task.

"Hey! What's going on?" a male voice called from a corner of the garden. A group of boys, armed with bows and arrows, appeared to be heading to a horseback archery class. Tang Qi looked in the direction of the voice and saw Tang Wenshu's class, but she was nowhere to be seen. His heart tightened, and he hurried past the crowd.

When Tang Qi hurried to the snow-covered area, he saw a group of people gathered together, desperately digging at the snow. His heart instantly rose to his throat, and a sense of foreboding washed over him. He eagerly pushed through the crowd and shouted, "Shushu!" His voice was filled with anxiety and fear, as if he had lost the most precious thing in his life.

"If anything happens to Shushu, none of you will have an easy life!" Tang Qi roared angrily. At this moment, he completely cast aside his usual reserve and arrogance. He only wanted to protect his beloved sister and not let her get hurt again.

Hearing Tang Qi's cry, Tang Wenshu finally woke up from her thoughts. She slowly raised her head, a trace of confusion and bewilderment in her eyes. She said in a weak voice, "Brother, I want to go home." Her voice was filled with a hint of fatigue and helplessness, which made people feel pity.

Tang Qi looked at his sister's pale face with a distressed look, his eyes filled with concern and anxiety. He hurried forward, reaching out his hands and gently lifting her to her feet, his movements gentle and cautious. He hugged her tightly, feeling her slight trembling, his heart filled with pity. He whispered soothingly, "Okay, let's go home." His voice was low and firm, as if carrying an irresistible force.

Then, he carefully placed his sister on his back, adjusting her position to ensure she was leaning comfortably against him. He turned and resolutely left this heartbreaking place. Each step seemed heavy, as if he was carrying the weight of the world.

On the way home, Tang Wenshu remained silent. She lay quietly on her brother's back, staring blankly into the distance, her eyes revealing endless sorrow and despair. Tang Qizhe remained silently by her side, offering her warmth and a sense of security. He knew what his sister needed most at this moment was someone by her side, someone to make her feel less alone.

Tang Qi, carrying his sister on his back, slowly walked forward, leaving deep footprints in the snow, as if etched with the memory of this difficult yet heartwarming journey. Tang Wenshu crouched on her brother's back, feeling his warmth and strength, a warmth gradually welling up in her heart. She quietly gazed at the snowy scene before her, her thoughts drifting far away. Snowflakes fluttered down, as light as angel feathers, blanketing the earth and covering all the sorrow and pain.

Finally, they returned to Tang Wenshu's courtyard. Tang Qi gently placed his sister on the bed and covered her with a thick quilt, fearing she would catch a cold. He sat by the bed, silently watching his sister, his eyes filled with worry.

Even years later, Tang Wenshu still vividly remembers that afternoon. Someone carried her on their back, slowly walking through the snow for a long, long way. At that moment, she felt endless warmth and love, and the memory is deeply etched in her heart. No matter how time passes, this feeling remains like a ray of sunshine, illuminating her path through life.

Soon, the court physician arrived in a hurry. After a thorough examination, he confirmed that Tang Wenshu's foot was only sprained and frostbitten, and that he was not seriously injured. However, he still needed to have the female physician massage him with safflower oil and instructed Tang Wenshu to apply frostbite ointment regularly.

Tang Qi carefully scooped out a little safflower oil with his little finger and gently applied it to Tang Wenshu's feet. Tang Wenshu felt a slight itch, an itch that seemed to reach deep into her heart. But when she saw her brother applying the oil so intently, she suppressed the urge to move.

After a long while, Zeng Yuan hurried over. She looked at her daughter with heartache, muttering, "My poor child, this terrible Duke's Mansion." Tang Wenshu was very confused and didn't understand why her mother said that.

Zeng Yuan sighed and explained, "There's an unwritten rule in the mansion that as long as no one is killed, let the girls have their fun."