Chapter 351 Lioness and Little Rose

After walking a few steps, Duke Mace let out a long sigh: "He still allowed his son to kill a Prince of Dorne in the Women's Ward. Duke Tywin is really old."

He is not good at hiding his true emotions. Although he is feeling emotional, he is slightly gloating about his misfortune.

Green stood next to the Duke of Metz and looked in the direction of the Prime Minister's Tower. He smiled and said, "Do you believe that a man and a half can kill the red viper that is popular among the seven countries?"

The Duke of Metz touched his beard and said: "It is no longer possible but it is a fact."

His brown eyes moved slightly, and Green looked at Duke Mace, who could not keep his mouth shut, and said, "Congratulations on taking the lead in the Tyrell-Lannister Alliance. This is also true."

The Duke of Mace smiled heartily, his face full of pride, but he said: "I think with the strength of Lannister, we can quickly quell the war in the Riverlands."

Green shrugged and said: "I heard in the morning that the Messenger Crow with the order to mobilize troops has flown to the West. It is said that Duke Tywin's brother-in-law, Davon Lannister, has been training tens of thousands of new soldiers near the Golden Teeth City (actually two Wan Chutou, Chapter 302)."

The Duke of Metz said in surprise: "How do you know such a secret..."

As he spoke, he paused while stroking his beard and asked, "Did Lannister himself release the news?"

Green spread his hands and said, "You have such piercing eyes that I easily heard this information. I can't think of any other answer, Duke of Metz."

After a pause, Duke Mace commented calmly: "Duke Tywin still has some tricks."

"It can calm some people's hearts." He seemed to be regretful.

Green's lips curved slightly: "The Riverlands is the stage of the Lannister family after all. We can only be spectators for the time being."

Hearing this, Duke Mace was stunned at first, and then a smile spread on his face: "With Duke Tywin's ability, he really does not need the sympathy of others."

He looked into the distance, where... his daughter was cheering for her fiancé, and the little roses of Highgarden seemed to sparkle in the Red Keep.

The Duke of Metz stroked his beard happily: "In more than two years, King Joffrey will be able to take charge."

He added in his heart: At that time, his grandson might have been born, that is... the heir to the Iron Throne with Tyrell blood.

Not knowing what happened, Green saw Joffrey suddenly kick the hound, and the laughter and laughter there suddenly disappeared.

Then, he saw Margaery didn't know what to say, Joffrey immediately laughed, and the laughter quickly returned.

At this time, Green felt like an adult watching a child play.

Looking over there, Green put his hands behind his back and reminded: "Two years...three years...Duke of Metz, this may not be something that some people look forward to."

Duke Mace nodded solemnly and murmured: "Lannister..."

After a pause, he suddenly said: "Green, I heard that Crabb Trading Company is purchasing a large amount of furs?"

Green said helplessly: "It has stopped temporarily. The price of furs has risen very quickly because of our actions."

Hearing this, the Duke of Metz slowly stroked his beard, as if he had already guessed it.

He reached out and patted Green's arm, and said: "Ask the people from the trading house to contact Tyrell's manager in King's Landing. As for the price...how much do you need?"

He felt... if it was just a few ships, there would be no need to talk about the golden dragon with Green.

Green spread his hands and said, "The more, the better."

The Duke of Metz nodded and did not ask why Green needed so many furs. He said directly: "Then trade at the lowest price and I will send someone to make arrangements."

"Thank you for your help."

After stroking his chest, Green added: "Duke Metz, I also hope... to increase the amount of food imported from the Reach to the Crab Claw Peninsula."

The Duke of Metz's eyes moved and he said: "You want to fight, Green?"

Green sighed slightly: "The war in the Riverlands is too close to the Crab Claw Peninsula. To be precise... I am just in case."

Duke Mace unconsciously lowered his voice slightly: "You don't think much of the Lannister army either."

Green also lowered his voice: "The Lannister cavalry was almost completely wiped out. At least for a period of time, the lion couldn't even catch the shadow of the running wolf."

After listening, the Duke of Metz pondered for a moment, and his eyes moved again: "No problem, this matter... I will continue to leave it to Margaery, it will go more smoothly."

Green's eyes trembled slightly and he replied: "Thank you again for your help, Duke of Metz."

The Duke of Metz laughed and said, "Let's go and have something to eat."

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After performing an excellent crossbow shooting, Joffrey was sweating a lot and decided to go to the king's residence to change clothes, while Margaery and her maidens returned to the Maiden House to rest.

Joffrey had just taken off his robe, and a waiter outside the room sang: "The Queen Regent - has arrived -"

The two waiters in the room quickly stood around and bent down to open the door to the room.

Seeing Cersei's figure appear, Joffrey, standing in front of the full-length mirror, casually called: "Mom."

Queen Cersei paused behind Joffrey and looked at her son. Joffrey had already surpassed her in size and was getting stronger. She nodded with satisfaction.

Taking the new robe from the waiter, Joffrey tilted his head slightly. He looked at Cersei behind him through the mirror and said, "Is something wrong, mother?"

"You look strong, my son."

After that, Cersei raised her hand to signal others to leave, which made Joffrey frown, but he immediately reacted... Look strong?

Wearing a red velvet robe with gold edges, Joffrey looked up at himself in the mirror, his voice full of dissatisfaction: "Every arrow of mine can shoot through the scarecrow's neck. No one can beat me in archery, Queen Lannister."

"Sorry..."

Cersei came over to help Joffrey straighten his clothes, and said: "Mother means that you are strong in yourself. I have never seen a stronger lion than you."

Hearing this, Joffrey pursed his lips and looked at the mirror and raised his head.

Cersei smiled dotingly, her fingers brushed across the embroidery on Joffrey's shoulder, and suddenly said: "This flower... looks like a Tyrell rose..."

Her green eyes looked at her son: "Beautiful flowers are very suitable for our king."

"What do you want to say?"

After speaking, Joffrey took off his robe directly, looked at the pattern on the clothes, and said: "Flowers, damn flowers."

"I told them that there must be no flowers on my clothes, damn them."

The robe was thrown at Joffrey's feet, and he walked to the hanger and reached out to pick up a black robe without any embroidery.

Cersei lowered her eyes, and there were Joffrey's footprints on the dress on the carpet.

She curled her lips and said: "It can also be used as a bride's dress."

Joffrey glanced at Cersei, put on the robe again silently, and an unhappy expression appeared on his face.

Cersei's eyes moved slightly, and Joffrey's expression did not escape her eyes... Osney's report was correct, her son had begun to be deceived by the cunning Tyrell woman.

Walking to the chair, Queen Mother Cersei sat down gently and said, "Joffrey, what do you think of her? Do you get along well?"

Her slender fingers scratched the smooth armrests. Rose laughed too much these days, and this was the most piercing sound she had heard in the Red Castle.

Joffrey returned to the mirror, looked at it for a while, and said impatiently, "Who is she?"

Her fingers tapped the armrests, and Cersei's voice sounded: "The revealing lady of the Tyrell family (referring to Margaery's Highgarden armless dress)."

When she said the last few words, she deliberately brought out a long tone in her voice.

Joffrey frowned, and while he was straightening his clothes, he said, "She is an ideal wife. Her family can help me defeat those traitors as soon as possible..."

His face twisted: "Hang them, burn their castles, sprinkle salt on their farmland, and no one will dare to rebel for a hundred years."

Sensing the anger in Joffrey's words, Cersei's smile froze for a moment, and she said gently: "Your grandfather will soon wipe out that despicable little running wolf."

Joffrey straightened his collar and snorted coldly.

After a moment of silence, Cersei suddenly said, "She is an ideal candidate for a wife, but what do you think of her?"

Joffrey glanced at his mother impatiently, but said nothing.

After a pause, Cersei praised: "She is beautiful, she is smart, she is kind, and she is generous."

Joffrey nodded slightly and said, "That's right."

The lioness grabbed the handrail again at her son's reaction. She continued: "She has not arrived in King's Landing yet, but she is concerned about the well-being of hundreds of thousands of people in King's Landing. Don't you think this is interesting?"

Hearing this, Joffrey's voice showed obvious impatience: "I don't think so."

Cersei's smile became unnatural, and she said slowly: "Joffrey, Mom wants to tell you that unusual things may threaten..."

Joffrey interrupted irritably: "Don't you think our conversation..."

He turned to look at his mother: "Is it too boring?"

Cersei stared at her son for a while, she got up from the chair, and as she approached, she said: "The Tyrell woman must have a hidden reason for bribing those untouchables with bread."

She stopped in front of Joffrey and looked up at her son He continued, "There's a reason why she dresses like a widower, and there's a reason why she married a traitor like Renly. These are..."

Joffrey looked at his mother coldly and said, "Margaery Tyrell married Renly Baratheon because of obedience. A smart woman should..."

His voice contained a warning: "Obey."

Cersei's full breasts rose and fell slowly, and she said, "She can climb into anyone's bed for power. I'm not wrong. Joffrey, don't believe your eyes, you should ask your heart..."

Joffrey coldly shook off Cersei's hand that was stretched out to him: "I know my king's heart very well."

Moving his feet, he left while saying bitterly: "Regent Queen Mother, if you are bored... go and urge your father to hang that damned running wolf as soon as possible."

Cersei's hand stopped in the air, clenched for a while, and then retracted.

Cersei did not see Joffrey's dissatisfaction with the Lannister army's defeat to Stark in the Riverlands. She only saw her son who had been bewitched by Margaery.

She had to do something for her Joffrey.

After a while, Osney Kettleblack pushed the door open and saw Queen Cersei standing silently in front of the window. He called respectfully, "Your Majesty."

Queen Cersei glanced at her sideways and waved.

The footsteps of Ser Osney approached. Cersei looked out the window and said, "Osney, I hope you can win the favor of Margaery's maids with your handsomeness and your good tongue."

Sir Osney couldn't help grinning and said: "I heard that they are all roses in Highgarden."

Cersei's beautiful eyes were like emeralds. She looked at Sir Osney and said, "I heard that they would sleep with Margaery. They must know many of Margaery's secrets."

She curled her lips: "For example, her lover."

Disbelief flashed across Sir Osney's face: "Your Majesty, before Miss Margaery arrived at King's Landing, there were rumors... rumors... they insisted..."

Cersei reached out and touched Osney's cheek and said, "Sometimes... you are so innocent and cute, sergeant."

Cersei glanced at Osney's rolling Adam's apple, raised the corners of her lips, and said, "Go, I'm waiting to reward you, my good knight."

After Ser Osney left, Cersei looked out the sunny window again, a sneer flashing across her face.

Perhaps it doesn't matter whether Margaery has a lover or not.

Cersei knew that noble ladies rarely retained their virginity* because most of them were worn out while practicing riding horses, not to mention the little Rose of Highgarden who was said to have been riding horses since she could walk.

As long as there is an excuse for "verification", Margery will not be able to prove her innocence no matter how cunning she is.

She must make Joffrey see Margaery's hypocrisy, and Joffrey will never tolerate being deceived.

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In the throne room, Joffrey's voice echoed: "Dog, tell Margaery Tyrell to come here to meet me."

"Get out of here, no one is allowed in!"

"Dog, get out of here too!"

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Creaking, the thick wooden door of the throne room was pushed open by the golden robes, and Margaery walked in with light steps.

Step by step, walking in the empty corridor, Margaery could only hear her own footsteps. Suddenly, there was a "clang" sound, and her body couldn't help but tremble. It was the sound of the door closing.

Margery was wearing a green high court dress, with her small hands folded in front of her belly. When she walked with her waist straight, her long brown curly hair rippled gently on her fair shoulders.

After a while, she first saw the ferocious-shaped Iron Throne, and then... King Joffrey sitting directly on the steps below.

As the distance grew closer, she spotted the ornately decorated crossbow in Joffrey's hand.

A faint smile appeared on Margaery's face, but her steps paused slightly unnoticeably, because... she saw the crossbow in Joffrey's hand aimed at her.

Her graceful pace remained unchanged, and Margaery stood not far from Joffrey. She gave a gentle salute and said: "Your Majesty, it is an honor to be summoned by you."