Xue Yanzi, the third young lady of the Xue family, died in the tenth year of Chu Qing's reign. As soon as the news came out, many passionate prodigal sons were intoxicated by it.
Why? This girl is very beautiful, and she is a talented woman who is famous far and wide. Her family background is also very good, but her beauty is unlucky.
In Xiaoyao Academy, a young man who looked like Pan An was sitting on a wooden chair, his slender fingers gently turning the pages of the book in his hand, like a painting. "Sir, I ask you a question, and you have to answer it seriously." Suddenly, a young girl wearing embroidered shoes ran in, threw away the book in the man's hand, and climbed onto his lap with a serious look on her face. "Okay, you can ask." The man gently touched the girl's head and responded with a smile.
"Are you sad that Miss Xue died? You came here to teach not long ago. Is it because of her death that you want to live the rest of your life here with peace of mind?" The girl's words were really shocking. The man was slightly startled, and then smiled: "How do you, a girl, know this? I came here because I like teaching. I am not sad about Miss Xue's death."
Because, I am Xue Yanzi.