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

Time ticked by, and soon it was midnight. The pirates were already exhausted, and with the effects of alcohol, they were staggering and unconscious. The strong man in Zhu Jiahui's room had already left after humiliating her, but the temporary novelty didn't encourage others to come in and continue bullying her.

At that moment, Zhu Jiahui lay helplessly on the tent table, like a broken rag doll. Her overwhelming desire to survive propelled her to her feet, where she scrambled to pick up the food that had been spilled and devoured it ravenously. Her tears had long since dried, and her voice was hoarse from crying so much.

"Live... I must live..." Zhu Jiahui kept repeating this thought in her mind. Only by living could she have a chance at revenge! At midnight, the square was dead silent, save for the intermittent snoring of the pirates. Some of the children of the aristocratic families, exhausted, fell into a deep sleep even while tied up. The March weather was still a bit chilly, and they unconsciously curled up in a ball as they fell asleep, snuggling together for warmth.

Zhu Jiahui cautiously walked out of the tent and saw many people lying on the ground. Even the pirates were drunk and snoring loudly. In addition, there were many women lying on the ground, some dead, some unconscious.

She bent down, picked up a knife from the ground, and holding it tightly in her hand, she slowly walked towards the tied people. When she reached the person closest to her, she used the knife to cut his rope. Then, she cut the ropes of several others in turn, and then she found Wen Boyu and Wen Boying.

Thinking of what had happened, Zhu Jiahui didn't know how to face Wen Boyu. So she gently covered Wen Boxing's mouth and shook him awake. After Wen Boxing woke up, the two of them worked together tacitly, quickly waking the others. Together, they brought the bodies of the women from the square back. Fortunately, the women in the tent were still alive. In the square, only six women remained unconscious.

Everyone quickly dressed them and loaded them onto the boat. Wen Bojing led the group, with Zhu Jiahui following, back to the square. They killed the drunken pirates one by one, severed their heads, and carried them aboard. With their revenge finally achieved, Zhu Jiahui felt a sense of relief, but also a sense of weightlessness, as if she had lost her balance. Suddenly, she blacked out and collapsed. Wen Bojing, quick-witted and quick-handed, caught her, preventing her from falling and getting hurt.

Wen Boyu didn't come with them. After being rescued by Zhu Jiahui, he didn't thank her, nor did he blame her for being alive. When everyone returned to kill the pirates, he stayed on the boat to guard the unconscious women and figure out how to sail.

Soon, everyone returned to the boat, but after experiencing life and death, no one could smile. The dead and unconscious were their loved ones, and the grief they felt was beyond words. "Let's leave first and make plans when we get back," someone suggested.

"That's right, we must leave as soon as possible. These pirates are numerous, and this might just be one of their bases." Everyone worked together and finally started the boat. However, sailing on the sea without a clear direction, especially at night, was even more difficult.

At this moment, the only conscious woman was Zhu Jiahui. The others harbored no ill feelings towards her, instead considering her survival a blessing. Despite the humiliation she had endured, they didn't despise her. Instead, they comforted her, saying that survival was the most important thing. They buried their hatred deep in their hearts, determined to seek revenge in the future. Of the 34 women who had been robbed, only nine remained, each one covered in wounds, a horrific sight.

Everyone gathered their meager knowledge of navigation, realizing that sailing at night was extremely dangerous. So, they lowered the sails and let the boat drift, leaving someone to monitor the surface. The rest of the crew searched the boat for herbs to staunch the wounded woman's bleeding. Unfortunately, after searching for several times, they found nothing on board except a small amount of food. Even the loot they had stolen had long since been moved to the island they had left. But at this point, there was no turning back; they could only find a way back to Yangzhou.

Zhu Jiahui stepped forward. "I'll teach you how to stop the bleeding," she said, pulling Wen Bojing over and easily tearing a strip of cloth from his back. Wen Bojing scratched his head in amusement, delighted at the princess's sister-in-law's kindness. Zhu Jiahui demonstrated how to bandage a wound to stop the bleeding, explaining each step and precautions in detail. Everyone watched with rapt attention, diligently learning this crucial skill. The bravest ones even experimented on their unconscious relatives.

Zhu Jiahui patiently instructed everyone, ensuring they mastered the correct method for stopping bleeding. The woman she was teaching also stopped bleeding. Once the bleeding stopped, she could consider other issues, such as fever or infection. Soon, the bleeding of the eight unconscious women also stopped. One of them struggled to stop the bleeding, so she quickly called Zhu Jiahui.

Without hesitation, she reached into the woman's wound. With her keen sense of touch and extensive experience, she quickly located the thin, thread-like veins. Then, she expertly tied the broken threads one by one and carefully bandaged them. Sure enough, after this treatment, the bleeding was finally effectively controlled.

Disciples from aristocratic families usually learn some basic self-defense skills, but often do not receive education on how to deal with emergencies after being injured. However, as a princess of the royal family, Zhu Jiahui learned these knowledge and skills in the palace.

At that moment, she felt incredibly grateful for possessing this valuable knowledge and experience. After a brief moment of reminiscing, Zhu Jiahui returned to the task at hand. Although only 14 years old, the incident at the New Year's Eve banquet had instantly made her grow up. She knew deeply that in this world, she could only rely on herself to protect herself.

At this moment, everyone on the boat once again recognized Zhu Jiahui, thinking that she was worthy of being a royal princess. Her style of doing things was indeed extraordinary, and people couldn't help but admire her.

On the night sea, the boat floated quietly, like an isolated island in the darkness, waiting for the arrival of dawn. But inside the cabin, the people's mood was not calm. They were always worried about the safety of their injured relatives, and at the same time they looked forward to returning to Yangzhou as soon as possible.

After instructing someone to stay by the injured woman's side, Zhu Jiahui, exhausted, found a corner on the deck to rest. She herself was also seriously injured, but had simply treated herself in the tent. Wen Bojing remained by her side until dawn the next day. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was slightly pale. In fact, he was also seriously injured.