Chapter 391 Return to King's Landing

August, hot and scorching.

King's Landing, Mud Gate.

It was hot at noon, and the fishermen folded their sails, carrying their catches and huddled at the foot of the city wall, feeling indescribably satisfied.

Thanks to the king's benevolent rule, many idle hooligans in the city were arrested and sent outside the city to reclaim wasteland.

Therefore, Mud Gate no longer smelled of urine from homeless people, but only of rotten fish and shrimp.

An old fisherman with a sallow face, lying barefoot on the cracked mud, spoke with a thick accent: "Have you heard that the crown prince has conquered the Three Women's Kingdom and is about to return to King's Landing?"

"Nonsense, such a big news has spread all over the flea nest, and you still need to fart!"

"Old Shufu, you are just picking up the old things that people say."

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up the mockery and ridicule of the fishermen around.

Holding two sea fishes, the old man said anxiously: "What do you know? The prince is back, and the Three Women's Kingdom is our territory."

"Tsk, that's the territory of the noble lord, and it has nothing to do with you, a peasant."

Immediately, a cynical young man mocked.

"But the prince is very good to us peasants..."

The old man retorted a little angrily.

King's Landing has fewer hooligans lying dead on the ground, and there is no feces and urine on the streets. The gangs that collect bail fees have also been cleared.

These fishermen living under the city wall no longer smell the smell of feces and urine floating ten miles away, and they are not afraid of being kidnapped in the city.

Another fisherman crossed his legs and said curiously: "But I heard that the prince is coming back soon, maybe he can recruit a group of soldiers."

"Do you want to go to the battlefield?"

"A little bit, the war is won, and there must be a shortage of manpower."

"Yeah, maybe I can get a small captain."

The fishermen laughed and discussed their own little calculations in private.

"Woo woo woo!"

The sun was getting hotter and hotter, and an exciting horn sounded far away.

On the sea surface of Blackwater Bay that reflected the light, more than a dozen magnificent three-masted sailing ships crossed the harbor.

The leading flag was engraved with a majestic three-headed red dragon.

"Hiss——"

The dragon roared like a bell, and the black dragon spread its wings and soared. Its huge body was like a dark cloud covering the scorching sun.

"Prince, you're back!"

The fishermen rolled and climbed up, looking up and placed themselves in the shadow.

The dark dragon was cold and aloof, and flew slowly into King's Landing, blocking a trace of the scorching light of summer.

"Hiss!!"

Another dragon roar as loud as thunder followed closely, carrying a strong sense of oppression.

A huge green dragon cut through the sea, and its huge wings blew out a strong wind, as majestic as a giant mountain.

The old people who have lived in King's Landing for a long time recognized that it was the dragon of Prince Chunxiao "Baeron" - Vhagar.

With the help of the strong wind raised by the dragon, the ship's speed increased and smoothly entered the dock of the Mud Gate.

The big flags were cold in the wind, symbolizing every ancient force that fought on the battlefield.

Seahorse, high tower, purple grapes...

Even the tiger flag of the foreign country and the flag of Pentos.

...

Red Castle, Godswood.

The two dragons circled the vast garden twice, each choosing an open space to slowly land.

Boom——

The huge body fell, and a strong wind was instantly raised, and the grass leaves and petals fluttered.

"Hiss..."

Rhaegar jumped down the lawn on the soft ladder, and the silver-black baby dragon on his shoulder cried excitedly and flapped its wings to fly.

Smoothing the scattered silver hair, Rhaegar glanced at Thrax, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The little guy huddled in his arms all the way, finally escaping the breath of the glutton.

"Brother!"

A crisp shout came from the direction of the castle.

Helena smiled and trotted towards this side.

The little girl was wearing a white long skirt, and she had to clumsily lift the hem of her skirt when running.

"Helena."

Rhaegar smiled and his eyes fell behind her.

Rhaenyra was wearing a white suspender skirt, holding her bulging belly in her hands, looking at this place with a smile.

After dealing with the cheerful little girl, Rhaegar smiled and walked in front of her, happily hugging her gently.

Rhaenyra responded carefully, rubbing her head against his chest, and whispered softly: "Let's go to the front yard first, my father is waiting anxiously."

"Okay, but let me hear the sound first."

Rhaegar half-knelt down, hugged his soft waist, and put his ear close to his not-so-small belly.

As his cheeks approached, he suddenly felt a faint push.

After four months, there was already fetal movement.

Rhaegar glared and moved a little closer.

Suddenly, another faint push touched his chin.

Rhaegar raised his head and said with a smile: "It seems like someone punched me. It's really lawless."

Rhaenyra felt sweet in her heart, and couldn't help smiling: "I'm afraid this arrogance is hereditary."

As she spoke, she rubbed her brother's head with her white hands, and the tenderness in her eyes almost overflowed.

Rhaegar closed his eyes in enjoyment and argued, "I am the most approachable person. You are slandering me."

"You are beautiful, go quickly."

That being said, Rhaeny pulled his ear, but her footsteps did not move.

I have not seen him for more than a month, how much I miss him.

The two siblings are attached to each other and spend a moment of warmth together.

...

Later, a grand banquet was held in the Red Keep.

The hero who conquered the disputed land returned and was warmly welcomed by a group of princes and ministers.

Conference Hall.

The sunlight refracted through the glass windows, and the room was filled with the aroma of wine. The sound of celebration from below could be heard faintly.

There were more than a dozen figures sitting at the large conference table.

King Viserys, several ministers in front of the king...

Rhaegar sat below his father on the right, with a stone ball with a black background and green patterns placed in a groove.

Rhaenyra sat on his right, smiling proudly.

Lanar and Helena stood quietly behind the two men with calm faces.

Sitting opposite each other were the proud sea snake Corliss and two envoys from Pentos and Volantis.

The Three Women's Kingdoms were destroyed, and the disputed land was initially settled.

The allies of the Iron Throne began to eagerly divide the spoils.

"Viserys, drink less wine."

Alison looked helpless and held down her husband's hand as he poured wine one glass after another.

The queen, wearing a dignified yet gorgeous green dress, participated in the parliament on the grounds of taking care of the king.

"Ahem, I'm happy today, it's okay to drink more."

Viserys was a little embarrassed and coughed twice to cover it up.

"Promise me, the last glass."

Alison persuaded softly and poured wine for him personally.

At the end, he whispered a reminder: "You have been in poor health recently, and Orwell has warned you."

Viserys forced a smile, and his interest in drinking was swept away.

Rhaegar heard everything clearly and looked at his father obscurely.

On the outside, he looked no different, with a crown symbolizing power, solemn black clothes, and the same majesty and kindness as always.

A closer look revealed some differences.

His lips were pale, his eyes were dark, and his eyes were drooping with fatigue.

Rhaegar's nose moved slightly, and he smelled a faint odor of oily hair and medicine.

"The war seems to have brought too much pressure to my father..."

Rhaegar lowered his head slightly and thought to himself.

Viserys is in a very bad state, like an overindulgent drug addict.

I don't know how the cuts on his body are.

I'll help remove them again when I have time.