Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 651

Chapter 651 Who will be the Prime Minister?

The King's Landing.

It is July and the heat is unbearable.

The waves of Blackwater Bay are crashing one after another, unable to wash away the heat of midsummer.

Red Castle, Godswood.

The weirwood tree stands tall and majestic, its red-leafed canopy like a giant open umbrella covering the raised ground where its roots are exposed.

Rhaegar stood under the tree, his palms pressed against the pale trunk.

He looked calm and didn't feel anything strange.

“Your Majesty, you are looking for me.”

Dylan came from the back door with a clear look in his eyes.

“I will not call you Your Majesty in private.”

Rhaegar let go of the rough weirwood and looked back with a chuckle.

Derlan thought for a while and said with a smile, "Brother."

Among the brothers, he is the most gentle and humble.

There is not much crooked idea, I like to follow the steps of my brothers.

Rhaegar picked a thick tree root and sat down, patting his side: "I want to discuss with you the ownership of the Basilisk Islands."

“That's not a good place.”

Dylan sat over and thought seriously.

“That's why we need to be vigilant.”

Rhaegar became serious and suggested: "I would like to appoint you as the steward of the Summer Sea and also the minister of the Basilisk Islands."

The pirates of the Three Women's Kingdom have been basically wiped out, and the remaining forces cannot make waves.

But there are still tens of thousands of women, children and slaves left on the Basilisk Islands, and three prototype city-states have been built.

Abandoning it there will create hidden dangers in the future.

It needs to be managed by a reliable person who is full of wisdom and patience.

Daeron hesitated for a moment and said tactfully: "Brother, the continent of Sothoros is too desolate."

“I didn't ask you to stay at the Basilisk Islands permanently, just take good care of them.”

Rhaegar did not give him a chance to refuse, and repeatedly warned: "Choose an island to complete the city-state construction, and those slaves will be the new residents to reclaim the wasteland."

They are all low-class slaves, and moving to any place is a huge loss.

Staying in the Basilisk Islands to inherit the civilized foundation laid by the Three Women's Kingdom is the best choice.

Seeing that his brother had made up his mind, Darren nodded helplessly: "I'll give it a try."

Several of his brothers have fiefdoms, and it is not impossible for him to manage a relatively deserted Basilisk Islands.

If nothing can be done, the worst possible thing is to ask Aegon to borrow money.

He is known as "Aegon the Generous".

“Be more energetic, the Basilisk Islands also have maritime trade.”

Rhaegar rubbed his little brother's head, brainwashing him little by little.

In the end, it is about managing a territory with port, farmland, and forest resources. No matter how desolate it is, it will eventually develop one day.

　　I picked up the loopholes of the Three Women Kingdom and saved more than ten years of hard work.

Had it not been for the fact that Rhaena lost the right to inherit Tidehead Island, Daeron would also move away from the place where he had lived for several years.

He originally wanted to entrust the Basilisk Islands to Tyran to take care of them, and later put them under the jurisdiction of Volantis.

“Then you have to allocate money to me from the treasury.”

Dylan has messy hair and chooses to speak up for himself.

“No problem, I'll give it to you if you can take it out of Linman's pocket.”

“You are the king!”

The brothers talked and laughed, arguing with each other under the weirwood trees.

At noon.

Just after lunch, the imperial meeting was held at an impromptu meeting.

Rhaegar looked gloomy. When he walked into the council hall, it was already full of people.

“Your Majesty!…”

The ministers stood up to greet him, their expressions were solemn.

“What happened?”

Rhaegar looked around, focusing on his father Viserys and his uncle Daemon.

The former is involved in politics, while the latter is also the prince of the Dragon Clan.

“There's some trouble rebuilding Storm's End.”

Grandmaester Orr looked embarrassed and reported truthfully: "There are rumors of souls crying in the ruins, which not only affects the progress, but also scares away many craftsmen."

Rhaegar just moved out the chair and couldn't help laughing: "Really?"

The ghosts of the dead are causing trouble, what a big name.

“So is the rumor, Your Majesty.”

Owell responded carefully.

"Sit down." Rhaegar waved his hand and said without thinking, "I will recruit a group of craftsmen after they leave. After that, I will ask Aemond to ride the dragon for a spin."

There are so many demons and ghosts, it's just the human heart that is treacherous.

The living have been burned to death, how can the dead still show off their majesty?

“Your Majesty, I'm afraid something is wrong.”

Justice Minister Jaspi retorted in a low voice.

“What's wrong, Lord Jaspie?”

Rhaegar sat down, really wanting to see what the other party had to say.

“The Baratheon family has ruled the Stormlands for more than a hundred years, and the branches still have blood lines…”

Jaspie paused mid-sentence, and then tempted: "It might be counterproductive for you to rebuild the prince's palace on Storm's End."

The implication is that the nobles of the Stormlands do not want to be included under the direct jurisdiction of the king.

“So it's really difficult?”

Rhaegar looked like he was suddenly enlightened.

“Your Majesty is wise.” Jaspie smiled.

Unexpectedly, Rega changed the subject and his face darkened: "Since it is difficult, then send capable people to supervise it until the prince's palace is completed."

The Stormlands, as a territory adjacent to the royal territory, must be brought under the royal territory.

The royal family's policy of strengthening centralization must also be implemented step by step.

There is no discussion on who will block and kill whom.

Jaspi's face changed slightly, and he sneered and shut up.

“Your Majesty, when you mentioned capable people, I thought of something important.”

Lin Man squinted his old eyes and said slowly: "Since Lord Leonor resigned, the post of Prime Minister is still vacant. Please choose someone wise."

The Prime Minister has always been important as an important buffer zone between the nobles and the king.

Whichever side the Prime Minister favors will benefit.

Hence, most prime ministers are close men selected by the king himself. Such as Orys Baratheon, Prime Minister of the Conqueror, Septon Bath, Prime Minister of Renrui King, and his son Baerron...

Rhaegar raised his eyebrows and glanced at his father, who was sitting firmly with his head down.

“You should choose a wise man, either from the royal council or someone you like.”

Viserys is a little sleepy, so he tries to give as much hint as possible.

The Prime Minister is an unstoppable sharp blade when used properly.

He had two prime ministers, Otto Hightower and Leonor Strong.

The former has excellent abilities, is idealistic in doing things, and has selfish motives.

The latter's ability is mediocre, but fortunately he is a hard worker, fair and respected by others.

He also carefully selected the two prime ministers.

Otto was a senator from two dynasties left over from the end of King Renrui's reign, representing the old town and the aristocracy.

At that time, the royal family was weak, with Corlys Valerian harboring resentment on the outside, and Daemon coveting the crown prince position on the inside.

He retained Otto's position to check and balance external and internal dangers.

The two had a honeymoon period, and their cooperation at the imperial meeting was very smooth.

　　After defeating Corliss and Daemon, they successively withdrew from King's Landing and stepped onto the Stone Steps Islands to vent their anger.

Later, tiger farming became a problem, and Hightower began to get involved in the royal bloodline.

This was the time when hereditary Harrenhal came into being, and the loyal Leonor Strong took over as Prime Minister, restoring the royal family's voice in the Royal Council.

However, after he abdicated the throne and made way for his successor, Leonor's ability as prime minister remained stable, which was obviously not suitable for the eldest son who was radical in governing.

Now that I am voluntarily resigning from office, it is a good thing that benefits myself and others.

Rhaegar pursed his lips, hearing the deep meaning in his father's words.

“Your Majesty, do you have a suitable candidate?”

Linman said doubtfully.

The king is still young and there should be no reliable people.

The imperial ministers looked at each other tacitly, and they all felt moved.

Even Corlys, Lord of the Sea, and Tyran, Governor of Volantis, sat upright and paid attention to the king's expression.

Who doesn't want one person to be inferior to ten thousand people?

Taking Corliss as an example, he may look down upon the power of the Prime Minister, but the status it brings is a great temptation.

Based on seniority, it is also called the post of Prime Minister.

Rhaegar rolled his eyes and asked the question: "Do you have any good candidates?"

The king really needs a good prime minister, but he is really not sure who to choose.

Instead of worrying about yourself, it is better to learn from others.

Jaspie was the first to stand up and said impatiently: "Your Majesty, it is difficult to deal with Storm's End right now, why not send me there."

The progress of Storm's End leads to the election of the Hand.

Helping this thing well just proves ability.

“Lord Jaspie has come forward, is there anything else?”

Rhaegar smiled and did not object on the spot.

“Your Majesty…”

Tailan cleared her throat and stood up in a good mood.

Before he could finish his words, Rhaegar interrupted directly: "Sit down first, Lord Tailan."

Volantis is quite busy and does not need foreign ministers who temporarily return to the court to recommend themselves.

“Uh~”

Tailan looked embarrassed and retracted her **** at a loss.

How can a foreign minister be as good as a prime minister?

He also wants to make progress.

Old God Lin Man was watching, and he spoke at the right time: "I recommend Lord Collis. He is the Earl of Chaotou Island. His qualifications, reputation, and family strength are all worthy of this honor."

“Thank you, Lord Linman.”

Collis has found it quite useful, and I would like to express my sincere thanks.

The son Lannino was lost and found, and the family power climbed to a new height.

If he can run for the position of prime minister, he is confident that he will become the best assistant and good minister recorded in history books.

Lin Man smoothed the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and said with a smile: "Ten years earlier, I would not have been so dim, and I might have been able to run for office."

Rhaegar quietly watched the two complimenting each other and absentmindedly played with the council stone ball.

Collis…

Have the ability and skills, but unfortunately the ambition is too great, and it is easy for ministers to stumble if they are in a position of power.

“I recommend Prince Daemon.”

Tormund, the usually taciturn intelligence chief, raised his hand and looked to his side with a shy smile.

Damon was watching it with interest, but he didn't expect it to suddenly hit him.

“Uncle.”

There was a glimmer of light in Rega's eyes, and he was really moved.

There is one thing to talk about, and the uncle and nephew work well together.

“Can he do it?”

Viserys cheered up and smiled: "Daemon has an irresistible temper. Even attending the Royal Council is compulsory."

“I don't want to run for office either, brother.”

Damon rolled his eyes and spoke like an old hermaphrodite.

The ministers expressed their opinions one after another, except for Grand Bachelor Orwell, who did not speak.

Rhaegar put down the stone and asked, "What do you think, my great maester?"

Hurry up and leave after asking.

Ovel hesitated for a moment and looked at the old king opposite: "In terms of experience in governing the country, none of you here can match His Majesty Viserys."

Rhaegar was stunned when he heard this and was attracted by his strange thoughts.

“No, no, no.”

Viserys waved his hand quickly and refused bluntly: "I have retired and can no longer be my son's chamberlain."

Say you don't want to lose face when you go out?

How will it be recorded in history books in the future?

Ovel smiled bitterly and shut up decisively.

He just found an impossible candidate to pick himself out.

Rhaegar communicated quickly and immediately said: "You all have your choice, please wait for me to consider it carefully before making a decision."

After saying that, he got up and walked out.

When passing by Jaspie, who was sitting in the opposite corner, he raised his hand and pressed his shoulder: "My lord is from the Stormlanders, so I can rest assured that you will be able to rebuild Storm's End Castle."

What a good person to take advantage of, apply for a job by yourself.

Jaspi looked happy and said loudly: "Don't worry, I will do my best."

(End of this chapter)

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