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

After bidding farewell to Tang Jili, Tang Jilian hurried back to his long-absent home. As soon as he stepped off the carriage, he saw a crowd gathered at the gate. The old lady, along with her family, had been waiting there long ago, their eyes filled with anticipation and joy. Upon seeing Tang Jilian, the old lady's eyes welled with emotion. "San'er, you're finally back. Did you have a smooth journey?" she asked, gently wiping away the tears with her handkerchief.

Tang Wenshu felt uneasy in the crowd. She felt both unfamiliar and familiar with her father. Although they had never truly spent time together, the loving letter she had received six months earlier had reassured her that she had a father who deeply loved her. She stood quietly by, a complex web of emotions welling up within her.

At the same time, in another corner, Tang Jing was excitedly discussing with the people around her: "Oh my God! Tang Wenshu's father is back. Doesn't that mean she has someone to back her up? She will be able to dominate the school." There was a hint of envy and jealousy in her tone, and her eyes were fiery and bright, as if she had already seen the scene of Tang Wenshu's unlimited glory in the school.

However, Tang Tian had a gloomy face and said viciously: "How could this bitch be allowed to be so arrogant." The mistress Wu scolded sternly: "You all pay attention. What we need to do now is to correct our attitude and greet them with a smile." After that, she led everyone to walk towards Tang Jilian with a warm smile on her face.

Tang Jilian hadn't been home for three years. Finally home, he looked carefully at the group of children before him. Then, with loving eyes, he strode toward Tang Wenshu. "Shu'er, Daddy's back," he said, opening his arms for a big hug. But at that moment, Tang Wenshu suddenly felt shy and uneasy. She stood there, a faint blush spreading across her face.

"Ahem." Zeng Yuan coughed twice, motioning Tang Qi to come forward. Tang Qi immediately understood what his mother meant, quickly stepped forward, and hugged his father. Tang Jilian was startled at first, but quickly reacted. He smiled and patted Tang Qi's head, his eyes revealing his affection for his son. He then pulled Tang Zhengrong, who was standing nearby, over to hug him for a moment.

After Tang Jilian's emotions calmed down a little, Zeng Yuan whispered in his ear: "Shu'er is almost nine years old. Boys and girls should keep a certain distance. Some things are not appropriate to do now." After hearing this, Tang Jilian suddenly realized and nodded, indicating that he understood what his wife meant.

That evening, the Wu family hosted a grand welcome banquet for Tang Jilian. The family gathered around the table, filled with laughter and chatter. Tang Jilian enthusiastically recounted his experiences in southern Xinjiang to Tang Wenshu, sharing many fascinating stories. Tang Wenshu listened with rapt interest, often bursting into laughter.

In this warm atmosphere, Tang Wenshu felt a deep sense of his father's love. Although Tang Jilian had been away from home for a long time, the affection between them had not faded with the passage of time. On the contrary, it had become even deeper, filling Tang Wenshu with happiness and contentment. She gradually immersed herself in this warm fatherly love, savoring this beautiful moment.

After dinner, Zeng Yuan returned to her courtyard with the children, and Tang Jilian followed. Once inside, Tang Jilian took out his gifts for the children—three exquisite wood carvings. These depicted the children as they had been three years prior, their lifelike appearances captivating one's sense of the craftsman's exquisite craftsmanship.

Zeng Yuan took the wood carvings and examined them carefully, her heart filled with emotion and joy. However, when she saw Tang Jilian's rough hands, her joy was instantly replaced by heartache. She caressed Tang Jilian's hands with heartache, tears in her eyes.

Tang Jilian had once been a pampered, untouched young man, yet now he had become so utterly destitute. He must have endured countless hardships in such a remote and underdeveloped place as southern Xinjiang. She searched through his luggage, finding not a single decent piece of clothing. Besides court robes, he wore nothing but coarse linen. This filled her with deep sorrow.

"Are you short of money? Is the money I sent you before enough for you to spend? If not, you can write to me and tell me. There is no need to put yourself in such a difficult position!" Zeng Yuan asked softly, suppressing her heartache.

Tang Jilian took the initiative to hug Zeng Yuan and comforted her gently, "It's okay, don't worry too much. In fact, it's much better now."

Tang Wenshu gripped the wooden sculpture tightly, as if he could sense the deep love his father held within it. Tears blurred his eyes, and his heart was filled with longing and gratitude for his father. "Daddy...you've suffered..."

Tang Qi also stared at Tang Jilian, concern evident in his eyes. He asked softly, "Dad, where are you being transferred to this time? My uncle is currently in the Ministry of Personnel. Have you asked him for help in transferring you back to the Imperial City?"

Zeng Yuan also gazed at Tang Jilian, tears glistening in her eyes. She desperately wished her husband could return to the Imperial City so they could be reunited, rather than separated by thousands of miles, filled with endless longing and worry. She bit her lip and whispered, "Yes, Master, I'm worried about you too. If possible, we really hope you can stay in the Imperial City."

Even the usually lively and outgoing Tang Zhengrong fell silent, his eyes revealing a deep longing for his father. He stood quietly by, saying nothing, but the longing in his eyes was impossible to ignore.

For a moment, the entire room fell into silence, broken only by the sounds of heavy breathing and faint sobs. Everyone waited for Tang Jilian's response, hoping he would bring a glimmer of hope and comfort. However, Tang Jilian remained silent for a long time, finally speaking slowly, "There's no need to trouble your uncle. He's already busy in the officialdom, and I don't want to burden him with personal matters. Although this transfer is far from the imperial city, it is also for the needs of the court, and I have no choice but to do it."

Hearing these words, Tang Wenshu and the others felt even more depressed. They understood the implications of Tang Jilian's decision—they would continue to face the pain of separation in the days ahead. However, facing Tang Jilian's resolute expression, they could only silently accept this reality.

"But your uncle gave me leave this time, so I won't leave until three months later. Yuanyuan, have you met someone for Qi'er? We can finalize the marriage while I'm home," Tang Jilian said. This is the most pressing issue for parents; after all, their children's lifelong events are no small matter!

Hearing his father's words, Tang Qi blushed instantly. His eyes unconsciously fell on his sister Tang Wenshu, taking in her lively and lovely appearance. Zeng Yuan scolded him, "Qi'er is only fourteen. Isn't it too early to talk about this now?"