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

There's a curious phenomenon in this world: the harder something is to obtain, the more it's considered a precious, priceless treasure. Perhaps this mentality isn't limited to a specific group, but rather exists deep within the hearts of many men.

Chen Changxiao, the eldest son of the Marquis's family, was destined from the moment he was born to a life of luxury and wealth. Within the high walls and deep courtyard, power was like an invisible net, tightly enveloping him. From childhood to adulthood, he was surrounded by countless beauties, his gaze filled with countless beauties, a dizzying array.

The incomparably noble princesses of the royal family exude a noble aura in their every gesture, resembling fairies detached from the mundane world. The ladies of distinguished families, relying on their family background and their own talents, command attention. And then there are the gentle and demure beauties of the young, like flowers blooming in spring, shy and lovely, drawing adoration. Furthermore, even the frivolous maids and charming flower girls possess their own unique charms.

However, although Chen Changxiao had seen so many beautiful women, and had close contact with the last three types of women, and personally felt their tenderness and enthusiasm, it was strange that no one could really enter the depths of his heart, make him worry about them, be moved by them, and fall into crazy thoughts.

Chen Changxiao, fresh from the gentle embrace of two maids, wore a casually dressed outfit. He unhurriedly straightened his shirt and slowly put on his trousers. Then, he leisurely walked to the carriage window, sat down, and gazed out. Although his mind still lingered on the glimpse of crystal clarity he had just caught, the lingering heat within him surged again.

At that moment, a gentle, melodious laugh suddenly reached his ears, like a string of pearls falling on a jade plate, or the melodious sound of a yellow oriole leaving a valley. Chen Changxiao turned and saw a graceful woman leaning out from beside the carriage behind him. She was wearing a light blue dress, the hems of which fluttered in the wind like a blooming green lotus.

The woman gently clutched an embroidered handkerchief, as if reaching out to catch the gentle mountain breeze. Her fingers were slender and long, as delicate and tender as scallions. A gentle breeze caressed her hair, sending strands of her jet-black, glossy hair dancing in the breeze, adding a touch of softness and grace.

The woman tilted her head slightly, facing the brilliant sunshine. A smile as beautiful as a flower blossomed on her face, and a laughter as clear and melodious as a silver bell emanated from her. Her eyes were clear and bright, like two dazzling gems, sparkling with a captivating light. The corners of her mouth curved upwards in a perfect angle, revealing a gentle and graceful temperament.

At that moment, the beautiful scene before him seemed frozen in time, deeply imprinted in Chen Changxiao's heart. He gazed at the woman quietly, a strange feeling welling up in his heart. This feeling was like a seed, quietly taking root and sprouting in his heart.

His face instantly flushed red, as if enveloped by a blazing flame. He suddenly reached out and embraced the maid, who was concentrating on her dressing, tightly. Then, his restless hands began to wander wantonly, roaming over the maid's delicate body, touching her all over.

After a fierce, volatile moment of sex, the narrow carriage suddenly filled with a strong fishy odor. He panted, slowly opened the curtains, and glanced eagerly behind him. However, this time, the figure that appeared at the window was no longer Pei Qingqing's alluring form, but a small head—Tang Wenshu. He turned back with a dull look, his heart filled with disgust as he gazed at the maid lying in the carriage.

Over the next few days, Pei Qingqing seemed to constantly tease Chen Changxiao's restless heartstrings, both intentionally and unintentionally. Sometimes she casually flicked her hair, its silky smoothness drawing a graceful arc through the air; sometimes she gazed up at a 45-degree angle, her chin slightly tilted, highlighting her flawless jawline and slender, elegant neck; sometimes, clad in a corset, her graceful posture flaunted her captivating curves. Each movement was perfectly timed, exuding an endless charm that captivated Chen Changxiao.

However, whenever Chen Changxiao was aroused to the point of wanting more, Pei Qingqing would flutter away like a lithe butterfly, leaving him standing alone, staring at her retreating figure with a sense of loss. Helplessly, Chen Changxiao could only vent his suppressed desires on the two maids beside him.

The poor maids were completely oblivious to this, naively believing that the journey to Yangzhou was too long and tedious, which was why the young master was so attentive to them. They had even begun secretly dreaming of being able to shed their status as maids and become beloved concubines upon returning to the mansion.

During another break, Chen Changxiao expertly tore a piece of golden, charred lamb from the whole lamb roasting over the campfire, gently passing it to Pei Qingqing beside him. Pei Qingqing, who usually avoided him, unexpectedly reached out to take the delicious piece of lamb. In that moment, her slender, tender fingertips caressed Chen Changxiao's broad, warm palm, like a feather brushing across the surface of a lake. Though only a fleeting touch, it managed to evoke an irresistible itch and restlessness deep within him.

After Pei Qingqing accepted the mutton, she didn't savor it herself, as Chen Changxiao had expected. Instead, she turned and gently placed it in front of Tang Wenshu, who had been waiting nearby. Seeing this, Chen Changxiao couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What a nosy little brat!" Indeed, in everyone's eyes, Tang Wenshu was still a child who hadn't yet grown up. This wasn't just because of her petite stature and adorable face, but also because of her innocent, even childish, demeanor.

Tang Wenshu, a daughter of a prominent Duke, didn't seem to mind her maidservants' daily extravagant attire; instead, she mingled with them. She even sent a small maid to ask for food from the young master of the Marquis's mansion. If Chen Changxiao hadn't already harbored secret feelings for Pei Qingqing, he probably wouldn't have even bothered with such an unreasonable request.

As time went on, the atmosphere between Pei Qingqing and Chen Changxiao gradually grew more ambiguous. This subtle change naturally caught the attention of others, especially Tang Zichan. When he noticed the unusual interaction between the two, he immediately found an excuse to send Pei Qingqing away and quickly informed his sister, Tang Wenshu. After all, as an older brother, he felt a responsibility to care about the people around his sister.

However, no one expected that, just as Tang Zichan finished talking to Tang Wenshu, Pei Qingqing's eyes fell on Chen Changxiao's back as he stood up and walked away to relieve himself. She bit her lip slightly, and as if she had made up her mind, she took a step forward without hesitation and quietly followed him...