Chen Ting casually said, "It's also possible that Brother Liao was self-serving and threw two pieces at once."
Liao Quan angrily retorted, "Nonsense, I only had five pieces in total in my hand. After throwing one, there were still four left in my palm, which I threw on the ground. You all saw that clearly."
"Oh, I see, is it you, is it you framing me?"
The drum and stones were prepared by the steward, but it was Chen Ting who went to get them. Who knows if he grabbed an extra stone and put it in his sleeve back then?
Moreover, the cloth for blindfolding was also prepared by Chen Ting, clearly coming prepared.
Liao Quan finally figured it out and yelled, "It's you, it must be you."
Chen Ting sneered, "Brother Liao, don't bite back indiscriminately. Everyone clearly saw you throw the stone. At that time, everyone was focused on the Princely Heir's condition; who paid attention to how many stones you had in your hand."
