Chapter 358 Joffrey's Dinner Party

Cersei paused in her proud steps when she saw Lord Tywin sitting upright, but she raised her head when she saw that he didn't look at her.

Her eyes moved to Green, Jaime and Garlan under the stained glass window, nodded slightly, and walked towards Lord Tywin's position.

As she got closer to the old lion, the lioness's raised chin gradually lowered unconsciously.

She smiled like a lady: "Father."

The old lion's golden light green eyes moved slightly, glanced at his daughter, and lightly nodded his chin: "Cersei."

Cersei had just sat down gracefully when her father's voice rang out: "What tricks is Joffrey going to play again?"

Cersei knew that her father was a man who never talked nonsense, so she suddenly became a little flustered. Could it be that... Joffrey had angered the old lion again?

She forced a smile: "Father, in fact, Joffrey has always been grateful for your hard work for him. He... maybe he also wants to get closer to you. He admires you and loves you."

Lord Tywin stared at Cersei and said, "I hope so."

Perceiving that Lord Tywin's expression had eased a little, Cersei's green eyes moved slightly. She moved closer and lowered her voice: "Father, Joffrey is your grandson, the grandson of Tywin Lannister, and his fiancée is dressed like a prostitute..."

"Cersei." Lord Tywin gritted his teeth and interrupted his daughter's words.

Cersei wanted to speak, but he interrupted coldly: "Don't let me hear your stupid ideas again."

Feeling the old lion's suppressed anger, Cersei shut up, but she turned her face to the other side and sat there... The fullness rose and fell again and again, telling her father that she was also angry.

Seeing this... the veins on the old lion's neck bulged, and he paused. He finally suppressed his anger.

Then, he looked at Jaime who was talking and laughing over there, and he lowered his eyes.

After a while, the servants' chanting sounded: "Welcome—King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men—Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms—His Majesty Joffrey I of the Baratheon and Lannister families—and the fiancée of the King of the Seven Kingdoms—Margaery of the Tyrell family—"

Hearing Margaery's name appear together with her son's name, Cersei rolled her eyes secretly, and Lord Tywin slowly stood up, and everyone looked towards the door.

Joffrey, with his chin held high, appeared with Margaery, who looked sweet.

After the greeting, Joffrey glanced at the people present and said happily: "Everyone, welcome to the dinner that I and..."

He smiled at his fiancée and continued: "Margaery prepared the dinner together."

Joffrey took Margaery's hand and came to the table and announced: "Please sit down."

Everyone took their seats, and King Joffrey sat in the main seat. On the right side of the table were: Queen Mother Cersei, Duke Tywin, and Sir Jaime; on the left were Margaery, Duke Green, and Sir Garlan.

The appetizer was mushroom and butter snail soup, followed by a string of quail meat and grilled pike.

Joffrey pursed his lips and raised his glass to indicate: "Thank you all for your contribution to the kingdom. Cheers to the Seven Kingdoms."

"Cheers to the Seven Kingdoms." Everyone raised their glasses.

The candlelight flickered, and the musicians played a cheerful melody.

Putting down the wine glass, Joffrey looked at his fiancée and said, "Miss Margaery, you look so beautiful tonight. Your dress... well, yes, it matches your figure perfectly."

Margaery smiled shyly, her rosy lips slightly parted. Just as she was about to speak, Queen Mother Cersei's voice rang out.

"I guess... you'll feel cold?" Cersei curled her lips and looked at Margaery.

There was a sudden silence at the table. After a pause, Margaery sat upright and replied respectfully: "Your Majesty, although Highgarden is warmer than King's Landing, my father told us that there is a fire in Tyrell's body..."

While speaking, her wet eyes gently swept over Joffrey, and her seductive red lips quickly hooked, looking at Cersei, and then said: "He taught us that the people of the Tyrell family are not afraid of the test of cold."

As her voice fell, Ser Garlan, who was sitting next to Green, nodded and agreed: "Yes, the Duke of Highgarden has the same requirements for his children, but in private... he requires me and my brothers to take good care of my sister."

After speaking, he shrugged.

Ser Jaime raised his glass to Joffrey's fiancée and smiled: "You are the most charming rose tonight, Miss Margaery."

Hearing Jaime's praise, Cersei's smile froze for a moment. Because the old lion sat between them, she resisted the urge to look at him coldly.

At this time, the two silent "observers"... Green and Tywin's eyes seemed to touch each other inadvertently.

Margaery's expression was shy, a girl's unique shyness. She first thanked Sir Jaime for his compliments, and then looked at Queen Mother Cersei.

Her eyes swept over Cersei's dress tonight, and her eyes were faintly hopeful: "Your Majesty, your dress tonight is so gorgeous, the texture, embroidery, and accessories, they are all shining together... I'm sorry, I have never seen such a beautiful dress."

Sir Garlan echoed again: "Yes, I have never seen it either."

Cersei held the wine glass and chuckled, "I suggest that you... should pay more attention to the armor that suits you, after you become the queen of the Seven Kingdoms, or before that."

She shook the wine glass: "I heard... yesterday, you and Joffrey went to visit the refugees gathered at the King's Gate together?"

"Yes, His Majesty cares about the people."

After that, Margaery looked at Joffrey with admiration, and he smiled and nodded unnaturally.

Sir Garlan was proud of his sister. He said, "When Margaery was in Highgarden, she cared about the suffering people just like His Majesty. She distributed food and clothes to them personally. Everyone called her the Light of Highgarden."

Margaery smiled, "They are all very kind, and they love King Joffrey."

Kind? Cersei's mouth flashed a mocking arc, and she said coldly: "They will also repay you by disemboweling you. I still suggest you be careful. Kind Miss Tyrell, it's not long since the last riot of the untouchables in King's Landing. Don't wait until the end to find that a few teams of guards can't stop those people's atrocities."

Her beautiful eyes moved to Green: "At that time, if it weren't for the killing of Duke Green (Chapter 173), Joffrey and I might not have been able to escape from danger so easily."

Hearing his mother mention the last riot in King's Landing, and thinking of his own experience at that time, Joffrey's face suddenly sank, and his voice was unhappy: "Mother, you like to make a fuss too much."

He looked at his fiancée: "She cares less and less about the facts, maybe because she is getting older."

Hearing this, Margaery quickly lowered her eyes, and Cersei's face froze.

Joffrey continued to explain to Margaery: "My mother and I have never been in real danger...right?"

After saying that, Joffrey looked at his mother, his eyes full of warning.

Cersei's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly, she forced a smile, and said: "Of course, not everyone knows the king's bravery."

Joffrey was not satisfied with Cersei's answer, he said coldly: "Mom."

The white fullness showed obvious and slow ups and downs, slowed down, Cersei still... nodded slightly, and said: "You are right, my king."

Joffrey showed a satisfied look.

Sir Jaime's voice came with a hint of anger: "Joffrey, your mother is worried about your safety, which has nothing to do with any facts."

The atmosphere at the table became solemn. Margaery smiled sweetly at Queen Mother Cersei and said, "Your Majesty, I will remember your kindness. Hunger does turn people into beasts. So..."

Faced with Margaery's show of goodwill, Cersei secretly rolled her eyes. Tyrell was indeed hypocritical. No wonder he could confuse her son.

Margaery Tyrell first glanced at the people present, and finally looked at Joffrey, and then said: "Your Majesty, after parting with you yesterday, I raised my concerns about this matter to my father... He is honored to serve the king."

She looked at the king with full heart and eyes: "If you allow, the Duke of Highgarden will be happy to continue to provide assistance in this regard. Wheat... barley... apples... The Reach has just had a good harvest."

Raising the glass gently, her cheeks flushed slightly: "Of course, as your future family, Tyrell is also obliged to help the King's City through the difficulties."

Joffrey was very satisfied with Tyrell's loyalty: "As Sir Garlan said, Miss Margaery is no stranger to charity, I am sure..."

He took a sip of wine and smiled elegantly: "My kingdom will welcome a good queen."

Hearing this, Margaery smiled shyly.

Everyone raised their glasses: "For the Queen."

Cersei took a sip of wine, stared at Margaery whispering with Joffrey, shook the glass lightly, and murmured: "I am sure of that too."

The dinner continued, and Joffrey's giggles were heard from the table from time to time. He and Margaery whispered like most men and women in love.

Green found that when Joffrey drank the second glass of summer red, his face had turned red, and his voice was drunk.

Green, who whispered with Sir Garlan from time to time, raised his eyebrows slightly. Joffrey's alcohol tolerance... seemed to be worse than he had investigated.

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After drinking the third glass of wine, Joffrey played with the empty glass in his hand for a while, and suddenly said: "Grandpa, how will you sentence Tyrion?"

The surroundings were suddenly quiet, and Duke Tywin glanced in the direction of the main seat and said: "It will be judged fairly according to the laws of the kingdom."

Joffrey leaned against the armrest of the chair, pinched his chin, and said: "The evidence is conclusive, I think he can be hanged as soon as possible."

Green's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Jaime, and shrugged.

Duke Tywin frowned and said: "Joffrey, Tyrion is your uncle."

Joffrey's response was contempt: "He is a monster, everyone thinks so. To be precise, his real identity now is a criminal, and I am a fair king."

Grandpa's eyes suddenly became sharp, and Joffrey couldn't help but move uneasily in his seat.

Seeing this, Cersei hurriedly said: "Father, Joffrey is just suggesting you..."

"Mom, this is the king's order, not a suggestion." Joffrey interrupted Cersei's good intentions.

Lord Tywin glanced at his daughter who only followed his son and said, "Joffrey, since you think Tyrion is not a member of the king's family, you should give him the same fair trial as others. This is a fair king."

Joffrey sat there frowning and thinking for a while, and said sullenly, "Okay, I can withdraw the order to deal with Tyrion immediately."

Tywin and Green: "..."

Obviously, except for the two of them, Green guessed that everyone present had seen that Joffrey was going to make a "deal" with Lord Tywin, and it was a forced sale.

Lord Green has always been far-sighted. Looking at the strange political means shown by Joffrey, he couldn't help but think of the issue of the future crown prince's education.

Lord Tywin leaned back in his chair, staring at Joffrey until his expression became stiff, then he spoke calmly: "Let me hear it, what do you want?"

Hearing this, Joffrey's eyes sparkled with excitement because of the smooth progress of the plan. He sat upright first, then raised his head and said: "Robb Stark has appeared in Duskendale. Maybe he will appear at the gate of King's Landing tomorrow morning. Now... my kingdom is facing a huge threat, so..."

Then, Joffrey stood up from his chair, glanced at the people present, and announced loudly: "I plan to directly... rule from now on!"

The two roses beside him were silent. Green saw Cersei's shock at first, and then showed an expression of desire; Lord Tywin still sat upright, as for Jaime... he looked at Cersei nervously.

Seeing no one responding to him, Joffrey shouted angrily: "This is the king's order!"

After a pause, the majestic voice of Lord Tywin sounded: "Please sit down."

Joffrey sat down in a daze, but soon became angry because of his "good behavior": "You have no right to order me to do anything, I am the king!"

Lord Tywin directly ignored Joffrey's anger, and his tone was still calm: "What are you going to do?"

Joffrey snorted coldly and said: "I will not hide in King's Landing like you when the enemy is outside the door. I will lead the troops to attack personally, I will skin the wolf with my own hands, and hang all the traitors."

Lord Tywin's tone did not change: "Then do you know where Stark is now?"

Joffrey's attention was quickly drawn to Tywin Attracted by the question, he frowned and thought for a while, guessing: "He is in... Rosby City (located in the south of Duskdale and the north of King's Landing)?"

Lord Tywin stared for a while and replied: "Scout cavalry found that they left in the direction of Sow Corner (west of Duskdale)."

After a pause, Joffrey was angry again: "I didn't send anyone to track, how do I know!"

"Very good."

Lord Tywin nodded, staring at Joffrey, and said: "Then let me change to a simple question, which is faster, the horse or the soldier's legs."

Hearing this, Joffrey was stunned, then his face twisted, and he said angrily: "Are you kidding me?"

Lord Tywin's voice suddenly rose: "Answer my question, Joffrey."