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

The days since Tang Qi's departure for the south felt like years to Tang Wenshu. Ever since their brief parting, she'd been absorbed in busy government affairs, unable to spare the time to invite her on an outing. Now, with Tang Qi once again away in the imperial city as an exchange student, Tang Wenshu was left with only Tang Zhengrong, a man equally naive and unsophisticated.

Looking back, Tang Qi always deliberately made Tang Wenshu appear mad and foolish in front of others. However, for Tang Wenshu, playing dumb was easy, but acting crazy was impossible. The morning after Tang Qi left, sunlight streamed through the window into Mr. Du's Chinese studies lecture hall. Mr. Du stood at the podium, lecturing eloquently: "There are four virtues of a gentleman: he conducts himself with respect, he serves his superiors with reverence, he nurtures his people with kindness, and he governs them with righteousness." He waved his scroll, quoted from classics, his expression passionate and engaged.

Just as Mr. Du was speaking enthusiastically, Song Ke'er, who was sitting behind Tang Wenshu, suddenly kicked her in the buttocks. Tang Wenshu, caught off guard, instantly leaped up like a frightened rabbit, causing the entire classroom to burst into laughter.

"Tang Wenshu! Come to the podium and explain the meaning of this sentence! Since you are so absent-minded in class, I will punish you by making you copy the Analects of Confucius ten times after school!" Mr. Du glared at him and shouted.

Tang Wenshu walked up to the podium tremblingly, lowered his head, and stammered, "I... I don't know, but I remember Princess Fuhui once said that she wanted to be such a person."

"Hmph! If you are not skilled enough, then so be it. Don't use the princess as an excuse!" Song Ke'er sneered from the audience.

"Hmph, that's right. This Tang Wenshu is simply shameless. He actually managed to get close to Princess Fuhui and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Tang Qin curled her lips in disdain, her eyes full of contempt.

"Who knows what shameful and despicable methods she used in private." Sun Keman on the side also echoed.

At that moment, a roar erupted from the previously quiet classroom: "Shut up! If you have anything to say, come to the podium and speak clearly!" It was the usually mild-mannered Mr. Du, his face flushed red, veins bulging on his forehead. "After school, everyone, copy the Analects ten times!"

Tang Zigui was about to criticize Sun Keman for his excessive words, accusing him of blaming the entire Duke's Mansion with a single blow. But before she could utter a single word, she was choked back by Mr. Du's harsh words. She felt a tightness in her chest, as if there was air stuck in her throat, unable to flow up or down. It was incredibly uncomfortable.

At that moment, the innocent Tang Wenshu stood alone beside his seat, his hands clutching his hips, a bewildered expression. Seeing this, Song Ke'er, watching from the side, secretly delighted. Seizing her chance, she suddenly raised her foot and kicked Tang Wenshu. The kick landed squarely on Tang Wenshu's knee, knocking him off his feet and collapsing to his knees with a thud. Her delicate, tearful appearance made it seem as if she were offering a sincere apology to Mr. Du.

"You can apologize, but kneeling isn't necessary." Mr. Du's face was as gloomy as water as she spoke coldly, "You must remember this! We Zhao people have always only kneeled before heaven, earth, and our parents. Apart from that, no one else in this world is worthy of your inestimable knees." Then, she raised her voice and repeated loudly, "Remember this!"

For a moment, the once bustling classroom fell silent. You know, Ms. Du was usually quite serious in class, but now, her face was even more stern, a look of extreme severity, and she shouted in a stern voice. Everyone was so frightened that they dared not even breathe, and they were silent.

Especially at this moment, Tang Wenshu suddenly stood up because of Mr. Du's words that she was not allowed to kneel. This abrupt action made her stand out even more in the crowd.

Time passed minute by minute, and everyone endured the class in fear. Finally, the bell rang, and Mr. Du turned and left. As soon as she stepped out of the classroom, Tang Qin, who was sitting near the door, rushed out like an arrow and quickly closed the classroom door tightly.

"Close the door and beat the dog!" Seeing this, Song Ke'er's face flushed with excitement, and she couldn't help but shout loudly. After all, after spending more than half a year together, she knew Tang Wenshu inside and out - even though he looked decent on the outside, he was actually a useless idiot.

Because of this, Song Ke'er became even more resolute in her determination to follow Tang Zigui. Recalling the moment when she'd even considered joining Tang Wenshu, Song Ke'er couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Looking back now, that incident was a major stain on her life. So now, whenever she saw Tang Wenshu, she felt like he was a thorn in her side.

"Don't let me see any injuries on her face!" Tang Zigui's gaze swept across the classroom like a torch. Everyone here was either her followers or her enemies. Especially Tang Wenshu. They both came from the Duke of Tang's mansion, but how could that idiot Tang Wenshu have the Crown Prince's favor? How could she accept this? However, they were in the intermediate class after all. If she hurt Tang Wenshu's face, it would be a disgrace to her own class. After all, this class was full of her people.

At that moment, several people suddenly attacked and quickly knocked Tang Wenshu to the ground. Immediately afterwards, several more people rushed forward and firmly restrained her limbs. Then, one of them took out a white handkerchief and gently covered Tang Wenshu's face with it.

"Sisters, today we must teach this ignorant fellow a lesson!" the leading woman shouted. Although the others weren't particularly interested in such a title, they responded and began to fight. For a moment, all that could be heard was the sounds of punches and kicks, intertwined with Tang Wenshu's miserable cries.

"Brother Prince...save me..." Tang Wenshu shouted in a weak voice, which sounded full of helplessness and fear.

"Hmph, listening to this gossip is really infuriating!" Su Yumei said with disgust on her face.

"Haha, why don't you call your brother to save you now? Don't you know that he won't appear even if you scream your throat out?" Song Ke'er laughed contemptuously.

This brutality continued until the teacher of the next class arrived. Despite the pain, Tang Wenshu got up and sat down to listen to the class attentively.