Chapter 359 Joffrey's Dinner Party (End)

The lion's roar suddenly came, making Joffrey tremble. His back was pressed against the back of the chair, and he moved his lips and said, "Of course... the horse is faster."

Then he thought of his appearance at this moment, his face suddenly flushed, and his hands were shaking, not only because of the fear brought to him by the old lion, but also because of the resentment caused by the old lion repeatedly embarrassing the king in front of everyone.

He looked at his fiancée with a dodging look, and saw that Margaery looked frightened and pitiful, and did not notice his own embarrassment, which made him feel a little relieved.

At this time, under the table, a small hand was wrapped by another slender and powerful hand. Margaery, who was playing the role of a cowardly little deer, slightly turned her face and blinked her big eyes.

Green's eyebrows were slightly smiling, and he made a silent mouth shape to her: go.

Margaery's eyes moved slightly, and then she lightly tapped her chin, waited for Green's hand to leave, paused, and her small hand stretched slightly.

Cersei Lannister's voice sounded at this time: "Father, Joffrey is just joking with you, he is not serious..."

Hearing Cersei's defense, it seemed that Joffrey found a way to regain the king's majesty. He said angrily: "Mom, please be quiet. A smart woman should know how to shut up. I am the king and I know what to do!"

Facing her son's ruthless accusations in front of everyone, the lioness's first reaction was not to roar, but to feel wronged. Joffrey used to be so well-behaved and cute... She loved him so much... But now because of the beating of Margaery...

Witch seemed to whisper in Cersei's ear: She will take away all your cherished things...

Absolutely not!

On the surface, Cersei was stunned by Joffrey's sudden anger, but in her heart... her hatred for Margaery reached its peak at this moment.

Jaime, who was about to stand up, was stopped by a stern look from his father. He glanced at his daughter, whose eyes were slightly red, and said coldly: "Joffrey, a true king should know how to respect his mother, especially in front of many people."

Joffrey would never admit this: "I don't, I respect my mother very much!"

"Father..." Cersei called carefully.

The old lion snorted lightly, closed his eyes for a while and said: "Continue the previous topic."

As if he noticed that the old lion's anger had dissipated, Joffrey's chin was raised again, he nodded, and said: "Very good, when our conversation is over, I hope you will be the first to support me to rule in advance."

After that, he sent a look with a certain kind of show-off to his fiancée, Margaery was slightly startled, and immediately responded with a just right and decent smile.

All of Joffrey's little movements were within the sight of Lord Tywin. His chest rose and fell slowly. He closed his eyes: "Since you know that horses run faster than people..."

He opened his eyes: "Joffrey, tell me, how do you plan to catch up with the Northern cavalry who are good at running."

Joffrey said strangely: "Isn't Ser Kevan recruiting free riders? I will take those riders myself..."

Lord Tywin interrupted coldly: "I'm sorry, the hirer of those mercenaries is Lannister, not you."

Hearing this, Joffrey was stunned, and then he said angrily: "Okay, very good, I will hire another group of free riders myself."

Lord Tywin stared at him for a while and said: "Joffrey, are you ready to hire their gold dragons? There is not a single coin in the empty royal treasury."

Sandor Clegane, who had been standing still like a statue... whispered a reminder: "The royal family still owes millions of gold dragons, king."

Joffrey turned around and glared at the hound fiercely.

After a pause, his eyes suddenly turned, and he quickly looked to the left side of the dining table, and the concern from there... gave him more of a sense of ridicule.

They must be laughing at the king!

Drunk and angry, Joffrey temporarily overcame the fear brought to him by the old lion, and his face twisted: "After I take power, I will choose a capable prime minister, and I will find a prime minister who will not throw all the troubles to the king."

"Joffrey!" Cersei rarely scolded her son directly.

Lord Tywin's lips were tightly pursed into a line, staring at his extremely stupid grandson motionlessly.

Cersei turned to Lord Tywin: "Father, please forgive me, Joffrey is still young, he was drunk today..."

Joffrey roared: "Mom! I'm not drunk!"

"Joffrey!"

"Enough, the performance tonight ends here." Lord Tywin glanced at Green who was dozing on the back of the chair.

Seeing that Lord Tywin announced the end of the dinner, Joffrey was stunned and said anxiously: "This is the party I hosted!"

Lord Tywin ignored Joffrey, holding the armrests of the chair with both hands. When he was about to get up, Green, who had woken up at some point, suddenly said: "King Joffrey, have you ever thought about the consequences of the Baratheon Iron Throne losing Prime Minister Tywin?"

Joffrey seemed very angry because of being betrayed: "Lord Green, you are the Warden of the East appointed by me personally!"

Green ignored Joffrey's anger and said slowly: "Robb Stark is aiming at King's Landing, Brandon Tully is training new soldiers in Riverrun, and the Northern Territory, which is resisting the invasion of the Iron Race... well, Lord Eddard has just ended the war. And Stannis Baratheon, who is still eyeing the Iron Throne, although he is still lingering. Well, there is also Doran Martell. I think if they are not handled properly, they may rebel at any time." He glanced at Lady Margaery: "In fact, my most What I am worried about is the nearly 100,000 refugees in King's Landing. "

He sighed lightly: "King Joffrey, please forgive me for being blunt, the Seven Kingdoms cannot do without Prime Minister Tywin."

Listening to the traitors mentioned by Green, Joffrey's expression changed, but when he heard the last reminder, his handsome face suddenly twisted: "You actually look down on your king? !"

Hearing this, Green was stunned. He first looked at Queen Mother Cersei, and then Duke Tywin. His clear eyes asked them: Does he?

After a pause, seeing that Joffrey had been staring at him, Green had to speak: "If my words offend you, please allow me to explain. What I mean is... If I were the Prime Minister now, I would not have the confidence to shoulder the Seven Kingdoms like Prime Minister Tywin, and the rest..."

He didn't finish his words, he just shrugged.

After a short silence, Joffrey turned his head and looked behind him. The Hound hesitated for a moment and nodded.

With a sneer of contempt, Joffrey raised his head and said, "When I take power, I will eliminate all those traitors one by one."

Lord Tywin retracted his gaze from Green and looked at Joffrey, saying, "How do you plan to eliminate them?"

Lord Tywin's question made Joffrey's breathing become heavy because of excitement. One of the highlights of tonight's banquet was to announce to everyone the plan he had been planning for several days.

He raised his voice and said, "I will form a royal army."

The wrinkles on Duke Tywin's forehead deepened, and he confirmed, "Royal army?"

"Yes, royal army."

With a cold snort, Joffrey continued, "Stark, Tully, Greyjoy, and my two uncles, Renly and Stannis, why can they rebel? That's because those lords have armies loyal to themselves."

He glanced at the people present with a proud look: "The royal army I will form will be composed of experienced soldiers, not peasants who have never touched a spear. I will build a powerful army that can sweep across the seven kingdoms and is loyal to the royal family."

He looked around at everyone: "What do you think? As long as my plan is completed, there will be no more rebellion in my kingdom, and no one will dare to disobey the king's orders."

As soon as he finished speaking, the table was silent.

After a pause, Lord Tywin's voice sounded: "Joffrey, according to your idea, the lords of the Seven Kingdoms can no longer have their own armies, right?"

Joffrey's face was full of excitement. He nodded and said, "Of course, all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms will be directly protected by the king in the future."

After staring at Joffrey for a while, Lord Tywin's eyes moved to the opposite side and said, "Duke Green, are you willing to cooperate with Joffrey's plan?"

After he finished speaking, everyone looked over. Green smiled calmly and said, "If If time and opportunity permit…”

He patted Joffrey’s chest: “I am willing to support the king’s great cause.”

Joffrey clenched his left hand, and he was very satisfied with Lord Green’s loyalty. He chuckled and said: “I was right about you. As a fair king, loyalty will be rewarded. I will give you a royal army to lead.”

Lord Tywin looked at Green who thanked Joffrey with a complicated look, and then glanced at Cersei… His “good” daughter was looking at Green’s direction with love.

The old lion’s surging anger could no longer be suppressed.

“Joffrey.” The warm restaurant seemed to have suddenly fallen into winter.

Lord Tywin's voice trembled with suppressed anger: "I've heard enough of your stupid speeches tonight."

Cersei's body trembled slightly. She knew her father. She felt that Joffrey had completely angered the old lion. The consequences of this...

She immediately reached out and grabbed one of the old lion's arms: "Father..."

Lord Tywin looked at his begging daughter coldly, paused, and then looked at Margaery. His tone was a little kind: "Miss Tyrell, thank you for preparing dinner. I like the dishes tonight. Also, please give my regards to Lord Mace... By the way, Please tell him that I want to have breakfast with him tomorrow morning."

Margaery stood up and smiled politely: "I will. It is my honor to serve you, Lord Tywin."

Looking at the window, Margaery turned to Joffrey and bowed gently: "Your Majesty, my father goes to bed early. In order to avoid disturbing his sleep, please allow me to leave."

It seems that... Joffrey was just frightened by the old lion's anger and temporarily calmed down. His calm face barely showed a smile to his cautious fiancée, and he waved his hand: "Well, go ahead, I'll take you riding tomorrow."

Green came over at this time: "Your Majesty, please allow me to escort Lady Margaery."

Joffrey looked up at Green, who had a gentle look in his eyes, nodded slightly, and said: "Go."

After Crabbe and Tyrell left, Jaime also stood up to leave. Lord Tywin glanced at his eldest son and nodded.

Seeing that Jaime was about to leave, Joffrey, who noticed that the atmosphere was becoming more and more "weird", immediately stopped him: "Uncle, you are the captain of my Kingsguard, you can't leave first!"

Sir Jaime's footsteps did not stop, and he said as he walked: "Joffrey, when you come of age, I will obey your orders."

He glanced at the Hound: "Sandor Clegane, I order you to leave with me."

The Hound: "..."

Without much hesitation, he raised his big feet, swung his snow-white cloak, and followed behind the captain of the Kingsguard.

This scene was very familiar. Joffrey's voice was full of panic: "Dog, I won't let you leave! I order you to stay. I am the king!"

Seeing this, Cersei immediately went over and hugged her son. Just as she was about to speak, Lord Tywin said: "Cersei, go away."

At this time, there was a clang, and the sound of the heavy door closing came over.

Feeling Joffrey tremble, Cersei looked at the old lion and forced a smile: "Father, please believe me, Joffrey must have drunk too much tonight. I promise that I will teach him well... In the future... Let him drink less, or... Let him drink only low-alcohol drinks in the future..."

"Enough, Cersei."

The old lion stood up. He ignored Cersei, who only doted on his son, and stared at Joffrey: "Tell me, who taught you?"

Hearing this, Cersei wanted to quietly hint to her son to find a scapegoat, but Joffrey's doubts had given Lord Tywin the answer.

It was so stupid!

Duke Tywin's broad chest rose and fell slowly, and he said coldly: "Do you know how many rebels will appear in the Seven Kingdoms tomorrow if your stupid plan gets out? Stark, Tully, Greyjoy, Stannis, they will party all night, because their common enemy... Joffrey Baratheon ruined his own kingdom with his own hands."

Duke Tywin's tall figure was full of oppression, and Joffrey's body trembled again unconsciously, but... it seemed that his mother hugged him and gave him courage. He stiffened his neck and said: "Grandpa... Grandpa, my plan is to build an army loyal to the royal family. What makes you say that I am ruining the kingdom?!"

Duke Tywin was like a head about to pounce on him. He gritted his teeth and said, "You took away the lords' army. What can they use to protect their land, castles and children? The king's protection? Why should they believe you? Do you want to destroy all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms? Do you think they will be as stupid as you?!"

The old lion roared: "Why do you think the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms recognize you as the king? Let me tell you... It's because you are the blood left by Robert. You have it, but they don't. This is the only reason."

"Father, please..."

"Ser Adam!"

Just as Lord Tywin finished speaking, Adam Marbrand led a dozen Lannister red robes to open the door and strode over.