Quick Wear: The Heartthrob Falls in Love at First Sight with the Yandere

In the classroom, first-year high school students are taking a history class.

The history teacher on the stage knocked on the table, signaling the students to be quiet. He turned a page of the textbook and said, "Today we are going to talk about the only person in history who is called the Great Emperor, Emperor Beiwu."

"As for Emperor Beiwu, the history books have naturally used all kinds of gorgeous words to record his life, but what we need to pay attention to today is the major turning point in Emperor Beiwu's life."

"Does anyone know what the twist is?"

"I know, moving the capital, I passed the test."

"Yes, it means moving the capital to Nanyu."

"This is undoubtedly a wise decision. Can anyone answer why he moved the capital to Nanyu?"

The students below chattered when they heard this question. A naughty boy raised his hand and said, "I know, because his queen is from Nanyu."

The history teacher frowned, "This great emperor had countless great achievements in his life. There is even a legend that he was born with white hair and possessed countless magical powers."

"Every decision he made naturally had a deep meaning."

"Sit down, study hard next time, and don't fail the exam again."

The students below burst into laughter.

The history teacher continued to talk about the great achievements of Emperor Beiwu throughout his life.

The boy who raised his hand to answer sat down indignantly. What he said was actually correct. Emperor Beiwu was the only emperor in history who was with one woman for his entire life, and he was extremely doting on the queen.

What he just said was not nonsense. There are records of Taizu in his family's library.

It’s a pity that the great ancestor left no descendants, so there is no way to know his specific identity.

It turned out that he failed the last exam. If his family had not forbade him to touch the things left by his ancestors, he would have definitely brought them over to let them take a good look.

"Hey, Lian Xing, look what I got?"

The person sitting behind him took out an ancient book from the table.

"I found this antique in the alley. I heard it's very old. I don't dare to open it. It would be bad if it gets damaged. I know you like history, so I'll give it to you."

Lian Xing took it with surprise, not caring whether to attend class or not.

He finally waited until school was over. His heart was beating fast all the way and he ran upstairs as soon as he got home.

He couldn't wait to see what this ancient book recorded.

Lian Xing put on glasses properly, and he was not as attentive as he is now even when he was in school.

I carefully opened the first page. On the front was a Buddhist scripture, which seemed to have been written by a monk in a temple.

He flipped through the pages and found that a few pages were missing from the front and that the characters used were from the Northern Dynasty.

Lian Xing's father is an archaeologist, and he can basically recognize the characters of the Northern Dynasties.

He looked carefully and found that on the back was a monk's record of his life before he became a monk.

When his country was destroyed and his family was ruined, this monk wanted to die with his wife, but he survived unexpectedly. From then on, he became a monk and devoted himself to praying for his wife.

Lian Xing couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He didn't expect that this man was such a romantic. He flipped through the books but couldn't find any other records. The whole page was filled with thoughts and regrets about his wife.

Even when he learned that his son was still alive, he did not dare to go to see him. Apart from that, there was no other information.

It looks like it was written by an ordinary monk. At first, looking at the handwriting, he thought it was written by the holy monk Huai'an, but after looking at the content, he knew that it was impossible.

How could a holy monk be attached to the secular world when he has a wife he loves so deeply?

He placed the ancient books on the top shelf of the bookshelf. On the dirty title page, one could only vaguely make out the word "Tuoba".

He had never heard of any monk named Tuoba, so he just ignored it.

A few breezes blew by, turning the title pages. All the truth was buried in history, waiting to be discovered by the right person.