"You might not believe this, but I've diligently cultivated for decades and was just about to make it when someone tried to frame me."
"She was a beautiful, otherworldly saint from one of the provinces, pure of heart and free of desire. But if she had to die suddenly, couldn't she at least have avoided splattering me with blood and putting the murder weapon in my hand?"
[So how did you explain your way out of it?]
The Tianshu Saint, forced to keep switching identities while shouldering the task of saving the world, gave a hopeless smile. "You tell me."
(P.S. This book is also known as: The Saint Is Steady as an Old Dog, You Can Always Trust the Dog-King's Acting, and Guess What? It Was Him, All of Them!)
