Chapter 486 Bloodline 9

Green lay on his side with his cheek propped up and said, "Can I help you?"

Margaery put on her cloak and said casually: "If Princess Myrcella can help me share the burden of the ladies who come to express condolences, I will feel a lot more relaxed."

Starting today, the nobles in King's Landing will come to the temple to attend the funeral to express condolences for Cersei's death. Margaery refers to... she needs to accompany the young king and is worried that she will not be able to receive everyone thoughtfully.

Green tapped his chin: "She won't refuse."

Margaery looked over, her tone was like a wife joking with her husband: "Isn't Princess Myrcella very charming? Oh, I can imagine it in the future... knights dueling for her beauty. scene.”

Green raised a smile: "Margaery, if I were from the Reach, you would definitely be able to find me among the many knights who are dueling for you."

Smiling sweetly, Margaery lowered her figure beside the bed, propped her chin on her hand and looked at Green.

Her beautiful eyes reflected the man on the bed: "Your tongue is still as charming as when I first met you."

With a smile on his face, Green stared at Margaery's rose-colored lips: "Obviously, I also fall in love with your tongue."

Hearing this, Margaery's cheeks turned slightly red. At this moment, she... seemed like a shy girl in sweet love, with her heart and eyes full of him.

Immediately afterwards, there was another passionate kiss.

Parting their lips, Margery said breathlessly: "Will the day be very long today?"

Little Rose's eyes were as hazy as water. Green stroked her cheek and said, "You can rest assured that when those people confirm that the friendship between Marigold and Golden Rose will not be shaken, they will only express the sadness they deserve."

Margaery blinked her eyes, then tilted her face slightly, stretched out her hand to lift a corner of the blanket, looked at it for a moment, and said, "If it is peaceful, I will feel at ease."

Turning her gaze towards Green, she curled her lips and said, "See you in the evening."

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When Sir Angay came in with his maids, Green was sitting by the bed, reading "The Genealogy and History of the Principal Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms" written by Maester Melion.

The page opened was about the members of House Lannister.

"Good day, Your Highness."

After changing his clothes, Green glanced at Sir Angai's green eyes and said, "Thank you, Angai."

Sir Angai shrugged helplessly: "Your Highness, Maid Rose likes to hear stories too much."

He came slightly closer, lowered his voice and added: "The sound insulation of the door is very good, you can't hear anything outside."

"Have breakfast with me."

Green moved his steps and asked again: "Is Meg Tyrell charming?"

Sir Ange paused for a moment. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I still think the women from the Crab Claw Peninsula are more charming, Your Highness."

Green smiled and said: "If you don't want to see blood, I suggest you stay calm. Borona and Osana (Chapter 109) are coming soon."

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Outside the throne room.

"What's your impression of him?"

"No different from most nouveau riche. They are afraid that others will look down on their origins." Meg Tyrell rubbed his cheeks and continued: "Listening to boring stories, you still have to be enthusiastic, oh, Mago Li, I'm so pitiful, gods, please have mercy on me."

"Thank you, my Miss Meige."

Margaery's smile faded slightly: "But this is a good start. You must know that Sir Angay is the captain of the regent's guard."

Meg is still full of complaints about the lucky man who likes to imitate the behavior of aristocrats: "He is just a backup guard captain. In front of him, there are Miss Tas and..."

Seeing that although Margaery kept smiling, her eyes were looking at him motionlessly, Megge opened her mouth and stopped the rest of her complaints.

"Ming, my Miss Margaery!"

Meige threw herself into Margaery's arms and said with an exaggerated expression: "I know, I know, next time I meet him at the banquet, I will take the initiative to invite him to dance. Since he likes to peek at my breasts so much, I will let him. That’s enough!”

Margery patted Mei Ge's back helplessly and said, "It's enough to maintain a good friendship, my Mei Ge."

Meige imitated the bard's chant: "Where am I, the handsome knight——"

The morning light dyed the sky above the Red Fort golden yellow.

After entering the carriage of the Rose family that was waiting for them, Meige hugged one of Margery's arms tightly after sitting down.

She couldn't wait to ask: "How is it? Is that famous general as 'fierce' as he was on the battlefield?"

Hearing this, Margaery couldn't help but laugh: "Compared to the battlefield, maybe he is more brave on the bed."

"oh---"

Looking at the amazed Mei Ge, Little Rose tilted her head and shrugged.

Then………

Although there were only two of them in the carriage, Meige glanced at it first and then asked in a low voice: "Is that... majestic?"

Margery seemed to recall it for a moment, and then she imitated Meige's exaggerated expression and said, "I think most women will... collapse from exhaustion."

"oh---"

After another long exclamation, Meige stared at Margaery's haggard lips and grabbed her cheeks with her slightly plump hands: "My poor sister...I will never complain to you again... …”

Looking at the funny Meg, Margaery glanced at her speechlessly.     After laughing together for a while, Meg suddenly buried her head in Margaery's neck and murmured pitifully: "Margaery, will you stop playing 'games' with us in the future?"

Meg's chubby face was close, and Margaery stretched out her finger to push her forehead away: "My husband must be the king."

"Of course, you are destined to be the queen of the seven kingdoms."

After saying that, Meg left Margaery's body, looked at her body clearly, and sincerely requested: "Miss, please let me help you take a bath later, and I will do the same..."

She giggled: "... Help you observe the traces left by the regent on Rose."

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Today, the sky above King's Landing is covered by bright sunshine as always, and the dazzling light pours down on this magnificent king's city without reservation, coating the entire city with a layer of dazzling gold.

Compared with the continuous rainy days during the funeral of Duke Tywin, the funeral of Lannister seemed to be two completely different worlds.

"Welcome————Earl of Crabclaw Peninsula and Whispering City——Duke of Eyrie——Governor of Riverland——Famous General of the Seven Kingdoms——Protector of the Entire Realm——Regent of the Seven Kingdoms——His Highness Green of the Crab House!"

At this time, many people of all kinds had gathered in the temple. They came from different families and represented their own interests and forces.

As the MC finished singing, everyone seemed to be guided by some invisible guidance, and all saluted respectfully in the direction of Green, with uniform movements.

Afterwards, everyone's footsteps began to move quickly, and they lined up in an orderly manner. Although everyone had different ideas and purposes in their hearts, they were all waiting for the opportunity to talk to the Regent.

For them, this short communication time...may mean the protection of the family's glory and interests, or a trace of stability and guidance in the turbulent situation.

Standing there, Green's expression was full of sadness, but there was an irresistible intimacy. He patiently whispered with every noble who came, especially those from the "old royal party"... Whenever he faced these people, he would gently pat the person's arm, as if conveying some special trust and comfort.

Green's seemingly ordinary and gentle behavior was particularly eye-catching in the eyes of many people with intentions.

In the increasingly "weird" atmosphere, in response to everyone's questions and inquiries about the incorporation of Stormland into the royal territory, Green used clear words to express the firmness of the royal meeting.

"Any opponent will be regarded as a traitor to Stannis, the rebel at heart! For the peace of the Seven Kingdoms, Crabbe's 100,000 troops can be dispatched at any time to quell the rebellion."

As for... the massacre in the Great Sept of Baelor last night, no one mentioned it to the regent.

Because…

Jaime Lannister, covered in blood, stood like a stone statue beside Cersei's sarcophagus, with a head at his feet.

Its face became blurred due to the drying of blood, and it was difficult to distinguish its identity directly with the eyes.

However, everyone present knew that it was the head of the High Sparrow…

There seemed to be an invisible wall around Sir Jaime, separating him from others, and everyone avoided him.

They turned directly to the other side and expressed their condolences to King Tommen and Princess Myrcella for Queen Mother Cersei.

"Please accept my condolences and mourn for you, my majesty..."

"I am very sad to hear this news. I know you are experiencing unimaginable pain at this moment, your majesty..."

"Your majesty, your pain and sorrow are beyond our comprehension, but please believe..."

"Your majesty, princess, you are not alone, the gods in heaven will accompany you..."

"Your Majesty, we are always with you..."

"Please believe that time will heal everything..."

"She will live forever in our hearts..."

Margaery and Myrcella, standing on both sides of the king, thanked everyone for their condolences appropriately, while Tommen rubbed his eyes from time to time with sleepy eyes, and even rarely spoke.

Not far away, Green had been paying attention to the situation on the king's side, and seeing this... he couldn't help but frowned.

"Honor is immortal... Sorry, I'll go see the king."

After saying that, Green patted the shoulder of the old knight of the king's territory who lost his right arm and his eldest son in the garrison battle sixteen years ago, and then left.

Seeing Green coming, the people around him gradually lowered their voices and made way for him.

When he came to the front, Green stroked his chest and nodded: "King Tommen."

Tommen seemed to have just realized who was in front of him. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and said: "Duke Green..."

Green's brows frowned even deeper. Tommen hugged the waist of Little Rose beside him with some fear. Princess Myrcella patted her brother and whispered in his ear to comfort him.

Looking at the three children, the little girl, and the young girl, Green suddenly felt like a big villain at this moment.

Seeing Margaery shaking her head slightly at him, Green raised one eyebrow.

In a moment of silence, Green sighed, then lowered his body to look at Tommen at eye level.

"Your Majesty, are you very sleepy?"

Tommen shook his head first, and then in the encouraging eyes of Margaery and Myrcella, he said: "I'm just a little tired, Regent Green."

Green smiled gently and nodded. He looked behind the king and said, "Steward, please tell everyone present on behalf of the king that our king has been praying for his mother's rest all night. Please forgive the negligence."

The Steward nodded slightly respectfully. He took a step forward, looked around at the people around him, and said loudly, "My lords! Tommen Baratheon is not only the king of the Seven Kingdoms, he is also the son who just lost his mother! His Majesty is so sad that he can't express his gratitude to you!"

Seeing Green's reminder, the Steward's loud voice sounded again: "After the funeral, His Majesty Tommen will personally host a banquet for the king in the Red Castle to express his gratitude and emotion!"