Chapter 497 The Rise of the New Generation

127AC.

Early spring, early morning.

In the towering Red Castle, people were coming and going, quite noisy.

"Brother, hurry up!"

In the front yard, a little boy with silver hair and purple eyes hid behind a wooden stake and waved in the direction of the stable.

"Shh, be quiet."

Behind the trough of the stable, another boy's head popped out and warned in a serious manner.

As he spoke, the boy paid attention to the dense crowd around him and ran to his brother.

As soon as he approached, his pink fist directly hit his good brother's belly.

"Ah~!"

The little boy screamed and burst into tears.

The brother stared at him, looking like a little adult, and said sternly: "Aemon, we are going to the dragon's lair to get a dragon egg for my brother, you are not allowed to do anything wrong."

"I didn't, you hit me again."

Little Aemon wiped away his tears and retorted angrily.

Not to mention, even if he was beaten, he still didn't cry or make a fuss.

Stronger than the average kid.

Baeron didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went past the crowded adults to find a suitable path.

He knew exactly what his brother looked like.

He was just like his dragon, a liar.

Seeing that his good brother ignored him, Aemon's cheeks bulged and he walked out through the crowd.

"Aemon, don't let anyone find out."

Baeron hurried to pull him.

Aemon threw his hands and snorted: "If we can get out of the Red Keep, it must be Dad's consent."

It's just a trick of adults.

Baeron heard this, his cute face fell, and he followed his stinky brother silently.

Aemon was right.

Two silver-haired little boys walked in the front yard, through the hems of adults' clothes, and walked hand in hand.

Surprisingly, the two boys looked almost the same.

The same height, body shape and a fair face.

If there is really a difference, the only clue is the expression between the eyebrows and eyes.

The elder brother's eyes were clear, and his every move was very methodical.

The younger brother's eyes were rolling around, revealing a lively and agile spirit.

"Hah!"

"Prince, be careful."

Passing by the martial arts arena, a clanging sound of metal clashing came into his ears.

Belron stopped and turned his head to see many nobles gathered together to watch a martial arts performance.

"Let's go and take a look!"

Seeing his brother's expression, Aemon dragged him into the crowd without saying anything.

When the nobles saw the two little guys, they humbly made way for a small path.

In the middle of the crowd, two figures were dueling.

Christon Cole, wearing a white cotton armor and holding a meteor hammer.

Cole smiled and wielded the meteor hammer in his hand, and his attack was very sharp.

His opponent was a young man with a black eye mask, silver hair and one eye.

The two soon fought in a group.

Cole swung the meteor hammer, smashed the opponent's shield with an old-fashioned move, and began to reduce the opponent's mobility bit by bit.

Swish——

The young man moved faster, resisted two meteor hammer attacks, threw away the broken shield, bent his knees and turned to dance with the sword.

In a flash, Cole was swinging the meteor hammer and failed to dodge in time.

The young man's eyes were sharp, and he raised his sword with a fierce move and pointed it directly at Cole's neck.

Cole's slight movement immediately oozed a trace of blood.

"Oh, Uncle San won."

Imon clapped his hands and cheered.

Baeron dragged his brother out and chuckled: "Okay, let's go to the dragon cave."

The two children were small and got out of the crowd in the blink of an eye.

In the middle of the crowd, Cole looked helpless, threw away the meteor hammer in his hand, and panted: "Beautiful, Prince. You will win the tournament soon."

Emond's eyes were cold, and he lightly retracted the blade, saying lightly: "I don't care about any tournament."

Turning his head, he glimpsed the backs of the two little guys, and smiled: "My good nephew sneaked out again."

Cole was even more helpless and couldn't talk at all.

Six years passed in a flash, and the prince grew up rapidly.

He began to catch up in martial arts and thinking.

Dang--

Emond threw down his one-handed sword and turned to Maegor's Tower: "I'm going to find my brother. I heard that Rhaenyra gave birth again."

...

On the other side.

The two little ones successfully got out of the Red Castle gate and took a wheel driven by the Kingsguard.

Sir Stephen, wearing a black robe, patiently reminded: "The speed will be very fast, the two little princes should sit tight."

"Don't worry, sir."

Belron promised.

"Full speed ahead, my whip is thirsty."

This is Aemon.

Stephen sighed with regret, but he had no choice but to drive the horses.

In the wheelhouse, the two little ones looked at each other.

Baeron stared at his brother who was rummaging in his crotch, and couldn't help asking, "How did you steal this thing?"

Aemon raised his little face, looking like he was waiting for praise.

In his chubby little hands, he held a black whip.

The handle was made of Valyrian steel, engraved with strange inscriptions, and it was the dragon whip for herding dragons.

Baeron's little hand quickly grabbed the whip and asked, "You actually stole the dragon whip without your father's knowledge?"

This is a rare treasure in the world, how did my brother do it?

Imon put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "My mother was giving birth, and my father had no time to take care of us, so I stole it away."

"Awesome!"

Belron was so excited that he put the dragon whip in his arms.

Confiscated it directly.

……

Princess's bedroom.

Familiar layout, old copulation murals.

Several experienced maids gathered around a midwifery chair.

Rhaenyra lay in the arms of a fat maid, sweating all over, gritting her teeth to build up strength.

In front of her, the maids carried basins and wrung towels.

The scene moved to the corridor outside the bedroom.

Rhaegar lowered his head and leaned against the wall, like a child who had made a mistake.

After 6 years, the boy turned into a young man.

Rhaegar's face became more handsome, his figure was tall and stylish, and he always exuded the aura of a noble superior.

His silver hair fell naturally on his shoulders, and his clear purple eyes revealed a hint of sadness.

The servants who passed by, regardless of gender, would secretly take a peek at His Majesty.

"Ahem."

A few coughs came from the side, interrupting his thoughts.

Rhaegar turned his head and said in confusion, "Father, what's wrong?"

Closer to the door, Viserys sat in a wheelchair with a blanket covering his legs.

After abdicating, he gradually relaxed.

Time has been kind to the former king.

Viserys has gained weight, and his thick hair roots are a little sparse. He said kindly: "Don't worry, Rhaenyra will be fine. This is not the first time she has given birth."

As he spoke, he leaned forward and saw a little guy through his eldest son.

Rhaegar forced a smile and looked in the direction of his sight.

A baby boy in small clothes sat on the ground, staring blankly at the cracks in the bricks.

The baby boy looked about 2 or 3 years old.

Short platinum hair, blue eyes, and a chubby white face.

At this time, the little guy sat on the ground, with his short legs apart, holding a dark red dragon egg in his arms.

Rhaegar shook his head and sighed, squatted down and gently stroked the youngest son's head, and asked softly: "Maekar, why didn't you play with your brothers?"

The little guy is three years old this year, born in the summer of 124AC.

He is the third child of him and Rhaenyra, and also the third son.

The little guy has different appearance features from his parents and two brothers, with slightly different hair and eye colors.

Maekar lowered his head, small like a ball, his delicate face was stained with sadness, and his chin rested on the dragon egg.

Hearing his father's question, the little guy turned his head and said honestly: "They think I'm stupid and don't play with me."

Rhaegar was speechless, silently comforted the youngest son, and gave an explanation: "They have a mission, you are too young."

"Oh."

Maekar turned his head and continued to stare at the cracks in the bricks.

Rhaegar got up helplessly and gave his father a regretful look.

The youngest son is good in every way, but he is a little withdrawn.

Obviously wanting to integrate with his two brothers, he always timidly chooses to wait and see.

Viserys laughed and said, "Another little one will be born in the house soon, and little Maekar will have a companion."

As he was speaking, a scream came from the bedroom.

"Ah!!"

The grandfather and grandson pricked up their ears and shuddered at the sound.

Rhaegar lowered his head again and prayed silently that everything would be safe.

Maekar closed his eyes, hugged the dragon egg, and muttered, "Give birth to a sister, a sister."

Rhaegar kicked his little butt lightly and glared.

The little heartless man made a wish outside the delivery room.

"Ah!!"

Suddenly, another scream sounded, which was louder than the previous one.

Then, a childish cry came out.

"Waaaaa..."

There was a commotion in the bedroom, and the fat maid's honest voice came through the door.

"Great, it's a healthy girl."

Outside the door, the grandfather and grandson breathed a sigh of relief, and the big stone in their hearts fell to the ground.

Rhaegar's forehead was covered with sweat, and a smile reappeared on his face.

Meka: "It's my sister, it's my sister."

Bang --

Another hard kick.

...

Council Hall.

Creak --

The door was pushed open from the outside, revealing the scene inside.

A spacious room with a floor-to-ceiling window with a wide view.

A desk was placed in front of the window, and the sun shone on the documents on the desk.

"Snoring~~"

Two young people sat behind the desk.

A beautiful girl with silver-gold curly hair tied up and wearing a beige skirt.

The girl had a pretty face, her eyes were slightly closed, her face was slightly red from the sun, and her head was leaning against the back of the chair.

Little by little, she was about to fall asleep at any time.

A lazy young man with messy silver hair, lying on the desk with his arms stretched out in front of him, snoring.

A document was piled in front of the brother and sister, and the pages were lifted up with the breeze outside the window.

Creak! Creak!

Aemond stood at the door, gritting his teeth and staring at the scene, his fists clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound.

He silently said several words not to be angry, and walked towards the two people with heavy steps.

There were three chairs behind the table.

The brother and sister each took one, and there was still a main seat in the middle.

Aemond was not polite and sat down.

He first moved the documents in front of his sister Helena and reviewed them seriously.

Since Rhaegar ascended the throne, he took back most of the power from the Royal Council.

The advantage is that it is more convenient to do things.

The disadvantage is that the work is done in detail.

For this reason, he adhered to the view that "If I don't live well, no one else will live well."

After a year in office, Rhaegar dragged his three younger brothers and sisters to the Council Hall to review memorials for him.

The kingdom belongs to the entire Targaryen, and he can't suffer alone.

Let's experience the feeling of being a king together.

"Hmm~"

Hearing the sound of someone writing furiously, Helena opened her eyes hazily and looked around blankly.

At this time, Finance Minister Lin Man processed the materials on the side, walked around the back of the three siblings, and walked over silently.

Aemond did not stop writing with his feather pen, and asked without raising his head: "Lord Lin Man, what's the latest news?"

Lin Man was a little surprised and said slowly: "Prince, should you ask Tormund for intelligence?"

He is not the chief intelligence officer.

Aemond's writing hand paused, and his one eye was as sharp as a knife, saying: "Tormund is directly under the king and cannot overstep his authority."

After a pause, he returned to the question: "What's the news about Tidehead Island? Is Daeron there okay?"

"Of course, Prince Daeron is the cupbearer of the Sea Serpent and will accompany him every time he sails."

Lin Man was very satisfied with his words and said: "As for Tidehead Island, I heard that there was some trouble, which seemed to be for the right of inheritance."

"Really? I think it's more than that."

Aemond had a cold face, took out a copy from the document, and deliberately patted it next to Aegon's ear.

Bang——

Aegon was awakened instantly, got up in a panic, and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth: "What's wrong, is Rhaegar here?"

The child was scared.

Aemond glanced at him with contempt, and moved the document to Lin Man's eyes, revealing the written side.

Lin Man bent down to look, and his narrowed eyes were solemn in vain.

The document came from the Velaryon family of Tidehead Island.

The sender was not the sea snake Corliss, but one of his nephews.

And there were a total of five handprints on it, each representing a Velaryon.

The content is as follows:

"The Velaryon family has direct male bloodline, and female heirs are contrary to tradition. I hope that Targaryen Rhaegar I will make the decision."

At the end of the letter, it was specifically mentioned that Rhaegar's inheritance qualification was better than the former heir Rhaenyra.

I hope your majesty will abide by tradition.

Such words can be said to be quite bold.

And, it is quite ungrateful.

Helena looked blank and muttered: "Is the sea snake in trouble?"