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

Because of the incident at the New Year's Eve banquet, Zhu Jiahui had no choice but to leave the imperial city and marry in Yangzhou. Although her mother had carefully selected an ideal husband for her - the eldest son of the Yangzhou prefect, compared with the prominent families and nobles in the imperial city, a mere prefect was far inferior.

Not to mention that this was merely the eldest son of the prefect, who had already passed the examination for a scholar at the age of twenty and only needed to wait until the next year to take the provincial examination. However, in Zhu Jiahui's eyes, this was not a remarkable achievement. After all, she had seen too many young talents in the imperial city, and naturally looked down upon someone like Wen Boyu.

She had everything she wanted in the Wen family, and lived a very comfortable life. She hadn't even reached the age of marriage, and she and her husband hadn't consummated their marriage yet. The Wen family wasn't worried about this, believing that waiting until she was a little older and her body had matured would be more conducive to having children.

Her father-in-law was the governor of a state and held a prominent position. Therefore, when she went out, the ladies of other families were extremely polite to her and gave her enough face. This made her highly respected in social occasions and gave her a high status.

It turns out that this Shangsi Festival event was organized by Zhu Jiahui. New to Yangzhou and unaware of the local pirates, she rashly arranged the event for a coastal location. However, attendees mistakenly assumed that she had chosen a seaside location because she had made thorough preparations, deploying sufficient guards to ensure everyone's safety. Sadly, despite all their foresight, they hadn't anticipated the pirates' attack that very day.

After being captured, these pampered ladies of noble families were spared the harsh treatment of being tied up. The vicious pirates simply threw them roughly into a small room at the bottom of the ship and closed the door behind them. Fortunately, although the room was simple, it was spacious enough for them to move around freely. Compared to other tragic situations they might have encountered, this situation was not too difficult or harsh.

However, as the saying goes, three women make a drama, let alone so many women in one room? Even if the situation hasn't gotten out of control yet, conflicts and disputes are already brewing. The trigger for all this is the Shangsi Festival event hosted by Zhu Jiahui. Who could have foreseen that this event, supposedly filled with joy and poetry, would devolve into a nightmare? Not only were the people kidnapped and taken prisoner by pirates, but also many innocent children perished in the chaos, many of them their own loved ones. Furthermore, the whereabouts of the other men who were also abducted are unknown, their fate uncertain. This series of events has left everyone in a state of panic, and resentment is spreading like wildfire.

Beneath this seemingly temporary peace, undercurrents surged. Finally, someone, unable to contain their inner rage, began to incite the surrounding crowd to form a small group. One woman gnashed her teeth and cursed, "Hmph! What a poor princess! If she were truly a princess, how could she be banished to such a remote place?" Before she finished speaking, another woman chimed in, "That's right! We must not let her off so easily. She caused the tragic death of my young brother. It would be unwise to not avenge her. She must pay with blood!" With that, the agitated woman suddenly stood up and strode menacingly towards Zhu Jiahui, clearly intending to teach her a lesson.

Just as she was about to charge forward, she felt her arm tighten, a force holding her tightly. She turned around and saw a woman with an exquisitely coiffed headdress looking at her seriously. She whispered, "Don't be impulsive. Now's not the time." Although the woman didn't say it out loud, her eyes were filled with meaning, and the married women around her seemed to understand her meaning instantly.

Immediately, the ladies gathered around and busily began dressing Princess Zhu Jiahui. Some carefully smoothed out her slightly disheveled dress, smoothing out the wrinkles; others gently combed her tangled hair, their movements skillful and meticulous. Still others pulled out their exquisite powder boxes and meticulously applied makeup to Zhu Jiahui, making her look even more radiant and charming. Especially in this place, where the other ladies looked a bit grubby, Zhu Jiahui looked even more radiant and gorgeous.

Zhu Jiahui stood there quietly, letting everyone manipulate her. She silently watched the busy figures before her, a complex wave of emotions welling up in her heart. Since arriving at the Wen family, she had lived a life of luxury, accustomed to the service and flattery. Yet, now, faced with this sudden attentive care, she was momentarily confused as to whether it was genuine or false.

However, she quickly cast those chaotic thoughts aside, raised her proud head slightly, and with a smug look on her face, she shouted, "Hmph, you guys have some sense! From now on, as long as I have your back, who in this world dares to mess with you!" As soon as these words left her mouth, a few soft, yet uncontrollable laughs suddenly rang out from the crowd. Then, a gentle voice responded, "Alright, we'll all follow your command, Princess!"

The unmarried ladies were completely unaware of the true intentions behind this scene. They were simply jealous of Zhu Jiahui's noble birth, and the adulation she still received even after making a mistake. Zhu Jiahui, completely immersed in the joy of being surrounded and admired, had no time to care about the current situation of her husband, who had been kidnapped with her.

By contrast, the plight of the looted men was far more miserable. From the moment they boarded the ships, they were assigned heavy labor. If their work wasn't done well enough, or if the overseers were in a bad mood, they would be mercilessly whipped. Wen Boyu, a scholar in particular, was already frail from years of intensive study and couldn't withstand the strenuous labor, so he was often subjected to severe beatings. The Wen family's second son, though only 13, was tall and sturdy. After completing his own work, he would unhesitatingly help his brother share some of the burden.

"I don't know how the princess and her sister-in-law are doing now?" Wen Bojing kept helping his brother with his work, but his heart was always worried about his sister-in-law who had disappeared. His brows frowned unconsciously, and his face was full of worry.

"Hmph! Don't mention that bitch to me again! If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have ended up like this," Wen Boyu said indignantly. His previous fear of the princess had vanished, now that he was a captive. He thought, a woman as delicate as the princess, having fallen into the hands of the enemy, might have already lost her virginity. How could such an impure person be worthy of becoming the eldest daughter-in-law of the Wen family?

"Brother, you can't say that! How could my sister-in-law be willing to do this? As her brother, not only did you fail to protect my sister-in-law, but now you are slandering her. This is really wrong!" Wen Bojing stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at his brother, his eyes full of dissatisfaction and blame.