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

A dilapidated ship darted across the turbulent sea like an arrow, sending up layers of white foam. A group of pirates on board stood leisurely by, allowing the men they had captured to toil on the deck. These pitiful men toiled mechanically, like puppets, their eyes revealing despair and fear.

However, strangely, the pirates didn't care whether these men had memorized their escape route, as if they weren't worried about it at all. Indeed, on this vast ocean, without the right boat and sailing experience, memorizing the route would be of no use.

At that moment, a ferocious pirate leader suddenly shouted, "What are you dawdling for, you bunch of losers? Get to work!" He swung his whip with a sharp, resounding sound. Like a venomous snake, it lashed directly at one of the men, Wen Boyu.

Seeing this, Wen Boyu's companion, Wen Boxing, leaped upon him without hesitation, attempting to shield him from the fierce blow with his own body. With a snap, the whip struck Wen Boxing's back, instantly ripping his clothes apart. The tattered strips of cloth flew through the air like a kite with its string cut, then drooped limply across his back, leaving a trail of blood.

Wen Boyu was panicked, filled with fear and unease, but Wen Boxing remained calm, silently continuing his work. The other young masters of the noble families, upon witnessing this scene, were terrified and hid far away, fearing they would be implicated. Three hours of arduous labor and merciless whipping had made them timid, and now they only wanted to curl up and seek a sense of security.

Time passed, the sky filled with morning glow, and the sun set in the west. Finally, they arrived at a shore. Only then did the pirates slowly open the cabin door and let the captured women out. "Girls, come out and meet us!" However, this cry was spoken in an incomprehensible language.

They then spoke a lengthy speech, the meaning of which no one could understand, but the malice in their eyes was clear. It turned out that these pirates only knew a few words of Huaxia, a widely spoken language in Zhao. So, were these pirates from an enemy state?

The ladies screamed in terror as they were driven out of the cabin by a group of pirates like ducks. One of the pirates immediately spotted Zhu Jiahui, who was dressed up in a brand new outfit. His obscene gaze roamed over her, as if he wanted to see through her. A few bolder pirates even reached out and caressed her smooth cheeks, laughing obscenely.

However, Zhu Jiahui wasn't the type to be bullied. Her eyes widened in anger, and she swung her hand, slapping the pirate hard in the face. The blow was so hard that blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Meanwhile, Zhu Jiahui's palm began to swell rapidly, but she didn't mind at all, simply shaking it off casually as if the incident had been insignificant to her.

"They don't understand Chinese, we can communicate about the escape route." Zhu Jiahui said in a low voice, her eyes firm and calm.

Finally, the group reached the deck, and the ladies finally saw the injured men. Tears welled up in their eyes as they reunited with their loved ones. They shared their experiences, trying to find a way to report to the Yangzhou government office. The pirates, however, assumed they were merely confiding in fear, giving them an opportunity.

Soon, the men and women were driven ashore. It was an island in the sea, visible from the shore. It was the size of a bullet in the ocean, estimated to be only half the size of the imperial city. It was hard to imagine how such a place could exist in the sea. Wouldn't it be submerged when the tide came in? But these were not the concerns of the captives. Their only concern now was how to escape and find their way back home.

However, before they had time to think, they were quickly driven to a place that looked like a square. Surprisingly, there was a bonfire and a rich meal prepared. But what was even more eye-catching was that a group of people were walking towards them.

A leader-like figure took Zhu Jiahui first, and the remaining ladies were like lambs to the slaughter, helplessly waiting to be chosen. After the leaders had chosen their own, the remaining ladies and gentlemen were left in the square. This wasn't a good thing, however, as there were still more pirates. They eyed the remaining people greedily, as if they were gazing at their soon-to-be-caught prey.

Although most of the men from aristocratic families were weak scholars with little martial prowess, they bravely stood up at this crucial moment, fighting the enemy with all their might. However, their strength was too weak, and they were quickly overwhelmed by the pirates. These men from aristocratic families were tied up and thrown aside, where they could only watch helplessly as this terrifying spectacle continued.

Wen Boyu stared toward the campfire with a dead expression, his heart filled with despair and worry. He asked softly, "Do you think the princess will still be alive after this night?" His voice betrayed a deep fear and uneasiness, as if he had already foreseen the worst outcome.

Wen Bojing said, "Sister-in-law will be fine." He hadn't yet tied his hair, hadn't experienced the world, and knew nothing about the fate Zhu Jiahui was about to face. However, when the shrill screams rang out, "No, why!" He suddenly understood why the children of aristocratic families would fight to the death when their relatives were chosen, even more fiercely than when they were being whipped.

Wen Bojing looked at the scene in front of him with disgust in his heart. He suppressed his nausea and comforted his elder brother, but could his sister-in-law really be safe?

At that moment, a tall, fleshy-faced pirate leader emerged from the tent. He held a bloody corpse in his hands, as if it were a trivial object. He carelessly tossed the body aside, then turned around, grabbed another woman, and dragged her into the tent.

The blazing bonfire illuminated the area, allowing people to clearly see the discarded body. Shockingly, the body was that of eleven-year-old Lu Jiaqi, a young lady from the aristocratic Lu family of Yangzhou. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were closed, and a trace of blood still lingered at the corner of her mouth.

Most of the women in the square were older, married women. However, facing the brutality and insults of the pirates, many women could not endure the humiliation and chose to bite their tongues to commit suicide. However, even so, the pirates did not let them go, and instead continued to brutally abuse their bodies.