Leo Xiao's Crimson Destiny Chapter 69

If there is no empathy, it is probably as Mr. Lu Xun said, "The joys and sorrows of people cannot be the same." He was on the verge of bursting the embankment, but Sebastian Sheng didn't notice it at all.

But His Majesty just leaned against the kitchen door, sipping milk tea one after another. There was only half a cup of milk tea left, and there were swollen pearls underneath. He accidentally sucked one up and got stuck in the tube. Your Majesty was absolutely unwilling to breathe out the sound of "howling in the north wind". It was too indecent, so he simply put it aside and refused to move in disgust.

"You are really smart," he said cheerfully with a smile on his face, "but your tribe's situation is a little special, so it's not surprising that you can guess it. Well, that's right. I banned many historical records of various tribes, burned books, and then forcibly erased them. Except for the demon tribe. There was no way to erase the demon tribe. First, there were too many folk legends, which could not be wiped out by burning books and banning words. Second, the appearance of ordinary demons was too different from that of humans. Only mixed-blood and highly skilled demons could have human bodies. It was difficult for others to blend in with the crowd, so I set up the Qingping Division for them. At that time, most of the people in the Qingping Division were demons. As for other tribes, in the early years of Qi Zheng, they happened to measure the land and reform the law, recuperate, and re-register the population, so they were mixed in."

In this way, a few generations later, even if someone does archeology and uncovers the truth that was covered up back then, it won't matter.

Because the so-called "feud" is actually not that iron-clad. Once a generation is interrupted, it will never be connected again. It can't last more than a hundred years. Even if you go home during the New Year and find that the sisters-in-law and brothers-in-law who are dining at the same table are old enemies, at most they will be. It was just a source of gossip at the dinner table, and we were still part of the same family.