scapegoat

“What do you do here?”
Nervously, the man answered, “I’m the grave-keeper.”
“How many were buried this month?”
“Twelve, I believe.”
“How many of those did you lose?”
“… twelve…”
Lan Wangji stared at him.
(or four ridiculous things the Yiling Patriarch was blamed for, and one ridiculous thing that was positively his fault.)