Chapter 104 Death of the Prime Minister

Early the next morning, Jon Arryn woke up with a discomfort so intense that it almost suffocated him. He felt as if his head was dizzy, as if there was an invisible giant mountain pressing on his head, and his whole body seemed to have been hit hard by a heavy hammer. Every inch of his muscles was so sore that he had no strength.

Despite this, thinking that there were still many urgent matters to be dealt with, especially the envoys to the Stepped Stone Islands who had not yet been arranged, he still gritted his teeth and forced his extremely weak body to stand up.

He stepped out of the room tremblingly, but just a few steps away, a dizzy feeling as severe as a raging tsunami hit him overwhelmingly. The scene in front of him instantly became blurry, and the world was spinning. His legs softened, and he sat helplessly on the cold ground.

When the waiter on the side saw this, his face was full of panic. He rushed forward to help him up and asked in a trembling voice: "Sir, are you okay?"

Jon Arryn's face was as pale as paper, and big beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He waved his hands with great effort, and said in a weak and intermittent breath: "It's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable. It should be because I didn't get a good rest last night. "

With the waiter's careful support, he slowly returned to the house like a candle in the wind. Lysa Tully hurried over when she heard the noise. Her face was full of concern and anxiety, and her eyes were full of worry.

She stepped forward quickly, held Jon Arryn's hand tightly, and said softly but with a tremor that could not be concealed, "My dear, what's wrong with you?"

Jon Arryn's eyes were blurry and he responded in a weak voice: "I don't know what happened. When I woke up today, I felt like the world was spinning and my whole body was weak."

When Lysa Tully heard this, she turned around and said sternly to the waiter: "What are you still doing? Go and ask Grand Maester Pycelle to come over!"

The waiter was so frightened that he trembled all over and responded quickly: "Yes, madam, I will go right away." After that, he hurried out like a gust of wind.

Lysa Tully hurriedly ordered someone to bring warm water, and gently wiped Jon Arryn's forehead in person. Her careful appearance seemed to be protecting a rare treasure, but deep in her eyes, there was an unnoticeable glint. A touch of excitement and pleasure.

In Maegor's Tower, Cersei was furious, her face flushed, her eyes seemed to be bursting with blazing fire, and she asked angrily at Littlefinger Petyr: "Why isn't that old guy dead? If he isn't dead, don't even think about it. Get any benefit from the Lannister family!"

Petyr bowed slightly, his expression still as calm as water, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, please calm down. The impact of directly stabbing with a dagger or poisoning is too great. Once exposed, I am afraid that we will not be able to survive." Escape the blame. But now, his life and death are under your control. Isn't he sick? If he is sick, he will naturally take medicine. We can do it without him noticing. Let him return to the West without arousing suspicion from others. "

After hearing this, Cersei's expression softened slightly, and the tight corners of her mouth relaxed slightly. Gradually, a proud look appeared on her face. She walked slowly towards the window, and Petyr's voice came from behind her: "Queen, you don't need to worry, everything is under your control."

Cersei stopped, turned around slowly, stared at Petyr with eyes as sharp as a sword, and said coldly: "Then do you think it is appropriate for Jon Arryn to lie down and die for a few more days?"

Petyr bent down humbly and said with great respect: "It all depends on your will, Queen. He will go to see the Seven Gods when you want him to."

After saying that, Littlefinger stood with his head bowed, like a submissive slave, quietly waiting for Cersei's further instructions. Cersei narrowed her eyes and fell into deep thought.

In the next few days, Jon Arryn's physical condition deteriorated rapidly and went from bad to worse. He was lying on the bed, his complexion as sallow as earth, and as withered as fallen leaves in late autumn. The awe-inspiring majesty and powerful power of the past had long since disappeared without a trace.

He would wake up briefly from his coma, and when he did, he would scream at the top of his lungs to send someone to find Robert.

Lysa Tully always said indifferently from the sidelines: "Your Majesty went hunting in the Kingswood. He has sent people to chase him, but I don't know when he will come back."

However, every minute and every second of waiting seemed extremely long and torturous. Jon Arryn's condition became more and more serious like a bursting flood, and his breath became weaker and weaker, like a candle that was about to be extinguished in the wind.

Finally, on a gloomy, depressing and dreary day, Jon Arryn's life came to an end. He used his last bit of strength and shouted hoarsely: "Strong caste!" Then he slowly closed his eyes, and the room suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Lysa Tully stood beside the bed, her face showing no sadness at all, but only a hint of elusive and chilling pleasure.

Longyan Bay

In the spacious dragon cave, there was a tense atmosphere in the dim light. The three little dragons started a fierce fight over a piece of fresh meat.

They opened their small mouths, exposed their sharp teeth, and roared threateningly at each other. The sound was shrill and harsh. They flapped their wings, which were not yet full, and their small tails whipped the ground like whips, splashing up bursts of dust.

Just as they were fighting fiercely, Viserion, who was twice their size, rushed out as fast as lightning.

It pounced forward, its strong and powerful body knocked the three little dragons away, then opened its mouth and bit the piece of meat. Then, it spurted out a stream of hot flames from its mouth, instantly wrapping the meat, and the meat was sizzling, and the surface became burnt and half-cooked.

Viserion then began to chew with satisfaction, and a satisfied gurgle came from his throat, and the chewing movement was powerful and swift.

The three little dragons were unwilling to have their food taken away from them. They roared angrily at Viserion, and their small bodies trembled slightly because of anger. They opened their mouths again, revealing their sharp teeth, and kept making threatening "hissing" sounds in their throats, as if protesting Viserion's overbearing behavior.

However, at this moment of chaos, a deafening roar came from outside the dragon's cave. This sound seemed to carry endless majesty and power, making the entire dragon's cave tremble.

Then, a huge golden dragon flew in. Its huge body exuded a chilling aura, and its golden scales shone brightly in the weak light.

The four little dragons that were still fighting suddenly became quiet. They stopped talking, and the anger and provocation in their eyes disappeared, replaced by deep fear. They quickly curled up their bodies, trembling and hiding in the corner, not daring to breathe.