The author has something to say: It is not just to take the blame, nor is it just to be wrongly accused, that would be meaningless. The holes will be filled, don't worry.

However, when the other half of the mask falls off and Qi Rong's entire face is exposed, you will find that they are not similar. Although the two people have similar outlines of nose, mouth and jawline, their eyebrows and eyes are completely different. Xie Lian's eyebrows are calm and gentle. Qi Rong's eyebrows are high and his eyes are more slender. Although he is definitely a handsome boy, one look at his face and you know that this kind of person must be very difficult to deal with. He was beaten so hard that his eyes were bleeding. He finally opened his eyes, but he vaguely saw that the person who caught him had a different appearance, vaguely a boy in red. Although Qi Rong had never seen Hua Cheng's true face, he was shocked and angry when he saw the red clothes: "It's you. It's you!"

Hua Cheng's true appearance was revealed, and he said, "You haven't answered the question just now. How did King Anle die?"

Because his eyes were truly terrifying at the moment, Xie Lian rushed forward and said, “San Lang!”

Most of the people and ghosts in the cave had already dispersed. Xie Lian rushed to his side and said, “What’s wrong with you? Don’t be angry, don’t be angry, it’s okay. Calm down first, it’s okay…”

He gently stroked Hua Cheng's shoulders a few times, his voice getting lower and lower. When Xie Lian was young, his parents would do the same when he was angry or sad, stroking his back and comforting him softly, so he used this method on Hua Cheng as well. Unexpectedly, it was really effective. Just now, there was a trace of confusion in Hua Cheng's eyes, but after being stroked for a while, his lips moved slightly, and finally slowly cooled down and settled, revealing clarity.

Seeing this, Xie Lian breathed a sigh of relief. But before he could fully relax, Hua Cheng suddenly made a move and patted him lightly on the shoulder.

With this slap, Xie Lian instantly froze in place.

He was totally unprepared for Hua Cheng to attack him, so he froze him. He didn't know what Hua Cheng was going to do, but he wasn't worried about himself, he was just worried that Hua Cheng would lose control again like he did just now. He opened his mouth to ask, but found that he couldn't move or make a sound, and he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Although Qi Rong was completely incapable of fighting, he was very tough when he opened his mouth. With blood all over his head, he cursed: "You crazy dog, one-eyed dragon! Did I provoke you when I was having dinner at home?!"

Hua Cheng smiled and slapped his head into the ground again. After that, he picked it up again and asked, "How did King Anle die?"

Qi Rong said: "What the hell is it to you..."

Hua Cheng slapped him again and asked, "How did King Anle die?"

This was repeated over and over again, Hua Cheng always maintained a proper smile, and used his head as a ball, hitting it hard into the ground nearly ten times. Although Qi Rong would not die from such beatings, it was precisely because he could not die that it was so severe. Even a head made of iron could not withstand such beatings. Qi Rong finally couldn't stand it anymore and changed his words: "Are you okay? Can't you read the history books yourself?!"

Hua Cheng sneered, "If what is written in history is true, why would I come to ask you, a piece of trash?" Then he raised his hand again. Qi Rong shouted, "It was Lang Qianqiu! Killed by Lang Qianqiu!!!"

The tumbler in Xie Lian’s arms shook, then began to sway violently.

He was shaking too much, and Xie Lian couldn't hold him down, so he finally watched the Qianqiu tumbler fall out and twirl wildly on the ground. Hua Cheng didn't even look back, but he released the spell. A burst of red smoke exploded, and Lang Qianqiu's figure jumped up from the mist.

He was a descendant of a noble family and had never been wronged like this in his life. He pointed at Qi Rong and said angrily, "Why are you slandering me and making irresponsible remarks? Anle and I are friends. Who do you think killed him?"

Qi Rong was also surprised when he saw him suddenly jump out, and said, "Are you Lang Qianqiu? Why the hell are you here too?!"

Lang Qianqiu had no idea why he was brought here, but he was so angry at Qi Rong's accusation that he had to explain it to him: "Prince Anle clearly died of illness, why are you saying that I killed him?"

Hua Cheng watched coldly and did not use his head as a racket. Qi Rong then started to talk to him, saying, "You are the only one who believes in this bullshit death from illness. He died not long after the Gilded Banquet. He must have been assassinated by you! If it wasn't you who killed him, it must have been those old dogs from Yong'an."

He was being unreasonable, and Lang Qianqiu was so angry that his face turned blue. He said, "No wonder everyone says Qing Gui Qirong is low-class. After seeing you today, I can see that you are really low-class."

This remark of his just happened to touch Qi Rong's sore spot. After Qi Rong became famous, he had been mocked by various gods and ghosts for his low taste for hundreds of years. He hated this deeply and immediately became furious and said, "I am lowly, but it is better than your stupidity. You keep talking about friends, what peaceful coexistence? Can Xianle people and Yong'an people be friends? Peaceful coexistence exists? You are just as hypocritical as your parents, disgusting!

Hearing him mock his parents, Lang Qianqiu said angrily: "Shut up! My father and mother are sincere and honest, not pretending, you can't insult them!"

Qi Rong pouted, "You are just the descendants of a bunch of rebels. You have such a big face! Where is your sincerity? You want to give the people of Xianle a title of king and a fief? How shameless! You are giving away things you stole from others. Everything you have originally belonged to us Xianle!"

Lang Qianqiu was not good at arguing, and he said, "You! You..." but he got stuck. Qi Rong was very pleased to see him stuttering in anger, and was determined to make him even more angry. He laughed and said, "Although you killed Anle, this child also earned his death. Xianle died with him, and you Yong'an lost a gilded palace. It's a pity that I didn't kill you too, so that you can also taste the taste of being the last one!"

Hearing this, Lang Qianqiu was stunned and asked, "...what did you say?"

Xie Lian secretly groaned inwardly.

He wanted to jump up and slap Qi Rong back to the ground like Hua Cheng did, to make him shut up, but Hua Cheng froze his body, and he couldn't break free from the spell. Lang Qianqiu asked, "What do you mean you didn't kill me too?"

Qi Rong was determined to avenge his inferior comments on him, and said smugly: "You are what you are, your stupidity spanned a hundred years, which really opened my eyes. Don't you think that the people of Xianle are disgusted by you, Yong'an, and if there is anyone who doesn't hate you, then he is not worthy of being a Xianle person! Do you really think that the descendants of the Xianle royal family will be on good terms with the descendants of your Yong'an royal family? They are just trying to get the details of your palace, so that they can arrange a bloodbath at your birthday banquet!"

Xie Lian was still struggling, while Lang Qianqiu was completely stunned. After a long while, he stammered, "...Prince Anle and the Imperial Master, are, are they on the same side?"

He thought his mentor and his friend had colluded to deceive him, and he was filled with grief and indignation, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, Qi Rong asked, "National Master? What kind of demon heart are you talking about? Who is on the same side as him?"

After hearing his question, Lang Qianqiu became confused again: "You...you said Anle wanted to massacre the Gilded Banquet, but the one who massacred the Gilded Banquet was obviously the Imperial Master, so aren't they from the same group? I..." He couldn't make it out.

Qi Rong said, "Who knows where that evil Taoist came from? It's none of his business! Lang Qianqiu, listen carefully: your Yong'an Kingdom's Gilded Banquet was slaughtered by the Xianle people! Anle had already killed all the descendants of the dog rebels at the banquet as planned, but your weird national master suddenly barged in. Anle thought the matter was exposed, and hurriedly fled back to ask me what to do if someone saw him. Who knew that night I heard that the one who slaughtered the Gilded Banquet was your national master, and he has been wanted nationwide."

Lang Qianqiu was stunned for a while before he reacted and said, "If that's the case, why didn't you tell others earlier?"

Qi Rong sneered, "Are you mentally ill? Why should I tell this to others? Wouldn't it be good to have someone take the blame for me? Can you make me a fool if I told this lie?" At this point, he gloated, "Oh, I get it. You don't dare to believe it, do you? I heard that later you nailed your master to death in a coffin. Hahahahahaha, you fool, you killed the wrong person!"

Xie Lian closed his eyes, listening to his hearty laughter that was full of malice, and cursed in his heart.

Lang Qianqiu was so angry that his joints cracked. He said, “…It’s fake!” He turned around and said to Xie Lian, “If it’s true, even if he doesn’t say it, what about you? Why don’t you say it?!”

Qi Rong spat out a tooth that had been knocked out and said, "Who the hell is this? Are all of you here to have a banquet in my cave???"

No one paid any attention to him. Lang Qianqiu questioned Xie Lian, “If it wasn’t you who did it, you clearly didn’t kill anyone. Why did you admit it?!”

At this moment, Xie Lian felt relaxed.

Hua Cheng finally untied the spell that held him in place, but it was probably too late. Lang Qianqiu waited for his answer. Xie Lian slowly stood up and stretched the muscles in his wrists. After a while, he uttered a few words:

"What nonsense!"

Originally, Lang Qianqiu thought he would say "Really, it's just what he said". However, Xie Lian just said these four words in a cold tone, completely denying Qi Rong's statement that was favorable to him. Qi Rong was unhappy and said, "Who are you calling a bunch of nonsense?"

Xie Lian said, “You.”

He looked down at Qi Rong and said, "What you are saying is all groundless. What evidence do you have to prove that the one who massacred the Gilded Banquet was a descendant of the Xianle royal family?"

Qi Rong seemed to find it funny and said, "If he was killed, then he was killed. What evidence do you need? Besides, hundreds of years have passed. What evidence can there be?"

Xie Lian said, “That’s why I said you were talking nonsense. Xianle and Yong’an were both old dynasties that have long been reduced to ashes. What’s the point of you still trying to stir up trouble by picking on those old things?”

The tone of his words startled Qi Rong, and he narrowed his eyes as if he remembered something. Xie Lian turned to Lang Qianqiu again and said calmly, "You saw me kill your father. It was not many years after I was demoted for the second time. I was unwilling to accept it and made a big mistake. It was my fault. But I don't think it's necessary to involve irrelevant people. This person made up a lot of nonsense and didn't hesitate to throw dirty water on King Anle. He was just trying to get back at you for calling him inferior."

If someone else were to listen to this conversation, it would be funny. The title of the murderer of a brutal murder case is still being fought over. Those who don't know might think that the bloodbath at the Gilded Banquet is some great achievement. Lang Qianqiu's thoughts were confused. He held his head and thought for a long time, then said, "Yes... it's you, not someone else."

He had clearly seen it with his own eyes. That night, he rushed into the gilded palace excitedly and saw the black-clad imperial teacher pulling the slender sword out of his father's chest, blood splattering. At that moment, his father, the ruler of Yong'an, had stretched out his hand to him, not yet dead. It was only after he rushed over that he lowered his hand.

At this time, Qi Rong, who was lying on the ground, suddenly asked, "Prince cousin, is that you?"