socalfunplaces Chapter 133 The Devil's Whispers
Chapter 133 The Devil's Whispers
Chapter 133 The Devil's Whispers
As evening approached, Tyrion went to the Queen Mother's bedroom.
"Cousin, what are you doing here?"
"Sir James sent me," Lancel said. "He asked me to stand guard for a while."
Tonight, James is the one on guard duty?
It's hard to tell whether this arrangement is like sending a lamb to the slaughter or inviting a wolf into the house.
Tyrion tried to go around him, but his cousin stepped in front of him and blocked his way.
"I need to talk to them."
Tyrion raised his head, trying his best to make his expression appear somewhat dignified.
Lancel remained unmoved, his face taut.
"The knight said no one is allowed to go in."
This annoyed Tyrion.
After this young man went out to fight a battle, he grew three inches taller and was knighted for his meritorious service.
Lansell is sixteen years old this year, which is the most arrogant age. His strong and handsome appearance gives him enough confidence, and his recent promotion makes him even more arrogant.
These kinds of people are impervious to both soft and hard tactics; only concrete threats can make them back down.
"Sister! Brother!" Tyrion screamed at the top of his lungs, "Your adorable little brother has come to visit you!"
After calling out a few times, the bedroom door was suddenly pulled open, and a hand reached out.
My fingernails are digging into my arm, it hurts so much.
Tyrion was dragged into the bedroom, the door was slammed shut, and the latch was pulled down.
A few strands of golden hair fell across his face, disheveled yet beautiful, and his gold and green brocade robe reflected the flickering candlelight.
She is so beautiful.
"My dear sister," Tyrion said, "I'm so sorry to have disturbed your enjoyment."
Cersei gave him a disdainful look that she had always had since he was born, then crawled back into the canopy bed barefoot and buried her head under the covers.
Good heavens, she still has Robert's bed.
But James wasn't on it.
He stood by the window, fully armed in white armor, his beautiful crimson and gold clothing lying at his feet, his long legs stiff as wooden sticks.
"Minister of Finance," the older brother said with a smile, his tone somewhat sinister, "what are you doing in Her Majesty the Empress Dowager's bedroom so late at night?"
The atmosphere in the room was somewhat tense.
A wise person does not pour wildfire into a brazier.
Tyrion then turned and walked toward the sideboard next to Jaime, wanting to take the opportunity to think about what to say next.
But James placed his hand on the flask: "Drinking less is good for your health."
Brother, have you become a monk?
Tyrion suddenly felt a dryness in his mouth, something he only experienced when he was alone with Cersei.
"The Beggars' Gang—" He pondered for a moment, recalling the scene he had witnessed this afternoon when he passed through Shoemaker's Square.
A so-called "prophet" built a leather canopy and spouted nonsense from underneath.
"This is a warning! This is the scourge of the Father!" the man said, pointing to the blurry red comet in the sky.
"Siblings are having an affair in the king's bedchamber, uncles and nephews are killing each other, northern barbarians control the court, a deformed little monkey steals all the gold, and even the archbishop has forgotten the gods!"
"Arrogance precedes prayer, maggots rule the castle, gold is everything—all of this must end!"
"The rotten summer is coming to an end, and the long night is about to begin. We must purify ourselves, or the gods will wipe us out of the world."
"Bath in the wine of justice, or you will be consumed by flames! Consumed by flames!"
Tyrion felt somewhat relieved after hearing this.
At least few people agreed with him; most of them ridiculed him.
"Ha ha ha ha----"
James burst into laughter: "Brother, so you were called in to talk about this too."
Cersei abruptly threw off the covers.
"Your arm is broken, has it? Have you lost your courage too? You can't even grab a few beggars!"
"They openly spread filthy and treasonous doctrines on the streets, and you just stand by and do nothing."
"Little Qiao spends all her time with the Prime Minister, and her heart has softened."
"But as the Minister of Justice, it is my duty to rectify the atmosphere in the city. Why are you all making excuses and refusing to obey my orders?"
Because you're a complete fool who can be easily fooled by a piece of candy.
Tyrion grumbled to himself.
After Little Joe went on his campaign, he transferred Sir Baron away, leaving the position of captain of the Iron Gate vacant again.
He took the opportunity to insert Polonian into the group.
Ser Jaslyn Bywart, captain of the Mudgate Guard, is now one of his men, and Tyrion has also used his position as acting Hand of the King to bribe officers at all levels.
Although the hounds took away some power after they returned.
However, without Tyrion's orders, Cersei cannot freely mobilize the Gold Cloaks.
"Are you going or not, little brother?" the older sister called out.
Tyrion hesitated for a moment, but knew that the person being called was definitely not him.
The older brother stopped laughing: "The King has decreed—"
"The king is still a child! Until he comes of age, the kingdom should be ruled by a regent."
"I finally managed to sideline the Prime Minister while he was away fighting a war, but you all turned against him."
The older sister climbed out of bed, walked to James, and cupped his face in her hands.
The candlelight shone on her hair, giving it a golden glow.
"Oh, Jaime." She kissed the scar on Tyrion's face in front of him.
That thing made my brother even more manly.
"Help me, let's get rid of Ed."
"You will take his place as Hand of the King and Regent; Little Joe needs you."
"Father was beaten and is hiding in Casterly Rock, too afraid to come out. We must restore the glory of House Lannister. The first step is to take down the beggars in the city—"
Her brother pushed her away.
"Ha, sister, don't joke around. How could I possibly be fit to rule?"
"Then I will," said the older sister. "I will rule the kingdom until my son comes of age."
"That's such a shame," the older brother shrugged. "Whether it's Xiao Qiao or the Seven Kingdoms."
She slapped him, but her brother, as nimble as a cat, raised his hand to block it.
"Get out! Get out!" The older sister shouted like a raging lioness.
Tyrion knew that today's plans had been completely ruined, so he slipped out of the house first, with Jaime following closely behind.
"Why do you have to make her so angry, brother?" Tyrion sighed.
James rubbed his arm.
"She wants me to take the red robe and arrest the entire Beggar Gang, leaving no one alive."
"But you know, Joffrey and the Prime Minister have been plotting to resolve this for a long time. I told Cersei, but she wouldn't listen."
"For the sake of the seven kingdoms, I have no choice but to endure this humiliation."
After Tyrion and Lancel left, the corridor returned to silence.
James stood silently at the bedroom door.
Seeing that no one was around, he quickly adjusted the trajectory of his ballistic missile, which was feeling uncomfortable.
I was already so tempted that I couldn't resist anymore, thinking that I didn't care what would happen and I would just agree.
Tyrion howled twice and was scared away.
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