Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Infighting in High Court

The next day.

The sun is high in the sky, and the scorching heat is enough to dry up the creek.

However, the nobles of the Reach are more vengeful than the sun.

Outside the circular city wall of the High Court, an endless gathering of troops could be seen.

Among the army, flags of various colors stand.

A white inverted triangle on a white sun, a group of golden cranes on a blue background, a red and gold fox head...

They are all noble families directly affiliated with the High Court, and they came to the rescue overnight.

At noon, the sun is at its peak.

There are still a large number of nobles coming from all directions to join the coalition forces in the River Bend.

The assassination of Lord Feng was a shame to all the people of the Reach.

There are also some fence-sitters who drink one glass after another and can't make a single move for a long time.

At present, the deterrent effect is obviously not achieved.

While speaking, he spoke politely and advanced and retreated in a well-founded manner, which aroused the sadness and indignation of the nobles.

After talking for a long time, all the ice cubes in the ice bucket were consumed by the hot noble.

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged nobleman said: "The Tyrell family has no men and cannot command the coalition forces in the River Bend."

Margaery's brown eyes flashed slightly and she said, "Lord Mond, what do you have to say?"

Looks like asking, but is actually threatening.

Someone stood up and agreed: "I agree with Earl Donald Tully's proposal. Duke Tyrell's original intention is to elect Lord Thaddeus."

Once suspicion is established, it should be tested.

compare to.

Margery has a delicate heart and knows that now is not the time to show off. She quietly watches the nobles in the hall arguing.

Outside the circular city wall, tens of thousands of troops gradually gathered, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing moment by moment.

Margaery stopped quietly and raised her eyebrows to look at Mond Hightower, who was the first to come.

Mond took a few steps and said: "Just like the recruitment meeting held in Old Town, we have to elect a commander together."

Margaery pretended to be sad and pitiful: "Rhaegar is still looking for the real culprit, so it's better to wait for the prince to come back before making a decision."

Another noble young man with black hair, black eyes and a strong aura spoke.

　　It is clear that he bullies orphans and widowed mothers, and has no male heirs to support his family.

Where there is agreement, there is also opposition.

"So, instead of being pitiful here, it is better to discuss a commander and send troops to avenge Duke Tyrell!"

His clothes are simple, without too many accessories, and a huge sword as wide as the palm of his hand is leaning against his leg.

This shame, the last time was another war with Dorne.

Hearing this, Mond looked around, cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, we are all sad and angry after the death of Duke Tyrell, but the enemy is at hand, and the Dornish army is in the Crimson Mountains."

Even, Hightower vetoed some of his father's proposals, and there was a verbal conflict between the two parties.

In the high court, nobles poured into the reception hall, and the atmosphere was also solid.

Margaery clasped her hands together and analyzed the situation in front of her calmly.

Several minor nobles stood up one after another and said in a euphemistic tone: "The recruitment meeting has not decided on a suitable commander, at least many people have not agreed yet."

As soon as his father was killed, Mond came immediately.

Mrs. Alyssa's eyes were filled with tears. With the support of several noble ladies, she forced herself to hold the reception, her face turned pale.

For a long time, while Count Thaddeus himself was away, Mond gained the upper hand.

　　Father went to Old Town to recruit soldiers and even serve as a deterrent to the increasingly unruly Hightower.

Margaery wore a green gauze dress, stood in front of a group of nobles, and sadly told her father's experience.

Part of them supports Hightower, and some of them respect the prince's wishes.

In a few words, the positions of the nobles in the hall were clear.

With a straight face, Mond interrupted the chattering Margaery and pretended to say: "Miss Margaery, I understand your grief. Your father is also my lord."

It's too suspicious.

"His Royal Highness Prince?"

When the Duke was assassinated, he was holding a meeting in Oldtown and was one of the first people to arrive at Highgarden.

This family belongs directly to House Tyrell of Highgarden and has a close relationship.

Mond raised his chin and said arrogantly: "Miss Margery, you are a daughter and do not understand the cruelty of war, but Lord Thaddeus may have trouble getting on his horse. Do you think I am the best candidate to commander the coalition forces?"

“Then this candidate should be Lord Thaddeus.”

He wears on his chest a badge of "a flock of golden cranes on a blue field", from the Crane family of Red Lake.

Mond's face changed slightly.

At this time, Helena in the corner trotted to Margery's side, her voice soft and soft: "Uncle Mond, wait for my brother to come back."

Mont twitched the corner of his mouth, smashed his teeth and swallowed: "Yes, princess."

Helena has the blood of Hightower, and her words still carry a lot of weight with him.

Margaery breathed a sigh of relief and gave Helena a super grateful look.

The little girl patted Margery's round and straight **** with her backhand, and raised her head proudly.

　　Margaery's face turned red and she pulled up her split skirt.

In the hall, silence returned again.

But this time, it didn't last long.

A dragon roar as dull as a bell echoed in the sky, and the dark dragon shadow landed in the inner garden of High Court.

“The prince is back.”

“It's His Highness Rhaegar…”

The nobles stood up one after another and looked out of the hall.

Through the green waterfall in the garden, a huge black dragon like a mountain of coal can be vaguely seen.

Rhaegar, with straight silver hair and cold purple eyes, walked into the hall without saying a word.

At one glance, the nobles knew there was no good news.

The murderer who assassinated the Duke has most likely escaped.

Rhaegar did not express his position, and no one dared to get into trouble.

In fact, the group of mercenaries did run away.

Rhaegar rode Glutton and searched the farmland where the incident occurred, Highgarden to Nightsong City, Old Town and other routes, but couldn't find a single trace.

Suppressing his anger, Rega glanced around the nobles present and said coldly: "Is there any other adults who haven't arrived yet?"

If he guessed correctly, there must be a traitor who tipped off Old Tyrell's assassination.

There is no trace of that group of mercenaries running away, and a traitor is indispensable to help them. I just don't know who the traitor is.

Rhaegar's thoughts were racing, and his eyes fell on Mond involuntarily.

Mond was furious when he saw this, and stammered: "Lord Thaddeus from Golden Tree City is not here. He is gathering the army in the northern part of the Reach. In addition, there are also Caswell from Bitterbridge and Fu Deli from Tengshi Town..."

Many noble families are far away and are still gathering troops.

Rhaegar stared at him with sharp eyes like an eagle, as if he wanted to see through the skin and into the heart.

Mond felt very uncomfortable. After all, he had been a lord for so many years, so he changed the topic: "Prince, Duke Tyrell was killed. We should elect a commander and call the army to enter the Crimson Mountains for revenge."

The rest of the nobles had the same idea. They were afraid of the pressure that the crown prince could invisibly exude, and remained passive and silent.

Avenging the lord, beating up the Dornish bastards, a romance unique to the Reach.

Rhaegar saw through Mond's little thoughts at a glance and felt the strong will of the nobles present.

Turning to look at Margaery, he said bluntly: "Who was the commander of the coalition forces appointed by Duke Tyrell during his lifetime?"

He has no naive idea of competing for the command of the Reach.

His mission is to control the overall situation and control the dragon to attack the enemy.

The task of commanding land soldiers needs another person to complete.

Asking Margaery is also a warning to Mondstadt.

　　Margaery lived up to her expectations and spoke quickly: "My father decided before his death that Lord Thaddeus should take the position, and he also worked hard for this in Golden Tree City."

Rhaegar looked at Mondstadt again, his expression stiff.

Mont was suddenly speechless and sat back in his chair in embarrassment.

After you sing, I will come on stage.

Donald Tully saluted respectfully and said: "Prince, have the murderers of the Duke been caught?"

"No."

Rhaegar frowned and expressed his guess: "That group of people ran very fast. I suspect there is someone to catch them."

　　Wow!

The whole place was in an uproar and looked at each other in shock.

Rhaegar was very calm when he saw it.

Old Tyrell was killed, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was something wrong.

There is no need to conceal the truth of the murder just because of so-called concerns about unity.

Donald nodded and said calmly: "There is no heir in Highgarden, only Lady Alyssa and Miss Margaery are left. I suggest that more defense should be deployed."

The Dornish people are cunning and cunning, and are capable of doing any evil deed that would be punished by God.

The Maitrin family in Wulin City was poisoned, and all immediate members were killed.

The Tyrell family is sparsely populated. If something unexpected happens to the remaining members, the Reach will inevitably fall into a whirlpool of competition for the guardianship of the realm.

Hearing this, the nobles looked slightly pale and looked at Alyssa and Margery's mother and daughter uncertainly.

There is no heir in Highgarden, a huge piece of fat.

Whoever marries the widow Alyssa or Margaery will at least control the rights to the Reach for decades.

Margaery realized this as well as Alyssa, and her heart skipped a beat.

Margaery walked up behind Rhaegar in small steps and gave her a bright look of help.

Rhaegar glanced at it and understood the content.

She wants to be the heir to succeed the Duchess of Highgarden.

Rhaegar frowned, not quite approving it.

There are already two duchess.

There are six realms in the kingdom, one has two and there should not be three.

The Duchess sounds novel, and she has countless secret affairs behind her back.

Jenny has a strong personality, is smart and decisive, and has an iron-handedness that exceeds that of most men.

With the big tree of Rhaegar behind him, the opposition forces in the valley could not breathe, and there was only one upright heir left.

With the same identity, Kassandra inherited Storm's End and is basically a mascot.

Unable to go to the battlefield, the war in Stormland relied entirely on Grandpa Royce and the royal family's foreign aid.

There are almost no political means. Dondarrion of Darkport and the historian of Stonehelm are all aristocratic groups who instigate the stormland nobles to oppose the duchess.

Now the family of Siwen is destroyed, and Aemond Dove takes possession of the magpie's nest.

This is not a good thing, but a big mistake that shakes the foundation of House Baratheon.

Eamond is Cassandra's fiancé, who knows if she had any instructions.

First, he cannot subdue his vassals, and second, he cannot discipline his fiancé.

Kassandra didn't know if she was really stupid or a complete waste.

It was better to choose the second among the four storms, Malice Baratheon, to inherit the title.

Thinking of this, Rhaegar ignored Margaery's request for help, not wanting to express his stance too early.

The advantage of this woman is that she is smart, but the disadvantage is that her brain is too flexible.

The stereotype of imitating successful people is not the quality that a successful person should have.

Seeing that Rhaegar remained silent, Margaery secretly stamped her feet angrily and quietly made a signal with her little hand.

Several minor nobles immediately stood up, first praising Donald's proposal, and then hinted at nominating a regent of the High Court.

“I recommend Miss Margaery. Although she is a woman, she is the only Tyrell in Highgarden.”

Someone spoke directly.

More people objected and retorted: "Mrs. Elisa is a widow, so she should be the regent."

“With all due respect, Lady Alyssa is a second marriage, and she has only been married to Duke Tyrell for a few months.”

“So what, widow regent, most noble families are like that.”

“Miss Margaery is the youngest daughter of Duke Tyrell. She is smart and even more convincing.”

“We are all women, who is different?”

Everyone was talking a lot, and even smelled of gunpowder.

Donald mused: "I recommend Miss Margaery, she knows the information about Highgarden better."

House Tully and House Rowan are related by marriage, and House Rowan is a loyal supporter of House Tyrell.

As soon as Donald opened his mouth, it had the final say.

Rhaegar watched silently, ignoring the secret fighting within Highgarden, and was more concerned about whether Mondstadt was involved in the murder of old Tyrell.

Just when the tone of the conversation changed, Margaery smiled.

Mrs. Alyssa, who had always been taciturn, couldn't help it anymore and plucked up the courage to say: "My lords, my marriage to High Court will be short-lived, but..."

“Seven Gods bless me, I am already pregnant with the blood of my late husband.”

(End of this chapter)

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