Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 652

Chapter 652: The North with No Harvest

In the afternoon, the wind is gentle and the sun is beautiful.

Rhaegar walked out of the conference hall, intending to have a good sleep.

Let's consider the choice of Prime Minister again, and don't rush it for now.

Throne Hall.

Viserys bid farewell to his ministers and sat on the Iron Throne with great anticipation.

This iron chair is still so **** my buttocks, and it's a bit cold and uncomfortable.

“Grandfather, Your Majesty…”

A group of silver-haired children were beaming with joy, and they rushed towards them like swallows returning to their nests.

The oldest is Rhaena, and the youngest is Egg, who was dragged to the ground by Visenya.

“Okay, okay, let's tell today's story.”

Viserys laughed from the bottom of his heart, and the iron chair was no longer so hard.

A dozen healthy children, either grandchildren or the children of his younger brother Damon.

How can you be a prime minister with this kind of treatment?

If his health had not deteriorated day by day, he would have worried that his eldest son would not be able to handle government affairs.

He didn't even bother to attend the imperial meeting.

“You should take a break, Viserys.”

As the story started, Allison came in from the side of the hall.

“Stay a little longer, don't be in a hurry.”

Viserys held Visenya in one hand and Egg in the other, ignoring his wife's urging.

After working hard for so many years, it's time to enjoy it.

“You always stay a little longer.”

Allison sighed helplessly, holding a blanket and draping it on her husband's lap.

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at his left hand wrapped in gauze, and saw a small stain of dried blood.

That was the wound made on the Iron Throne last time.

Although it is not ulcerated, it has not yet healed.

Viserys also noticed it and smiled without saying anything.

It's just a cut.

The couple sat next to each other, watching over the naughty dragon cubs.

Allison is over forty and a grandmother.

Picked up the brother and sister Jaehaerys and Jaehaera who were picking their fingers from the ground, and kept them close to them.

The children of her eldest son Aegon, her purest grandchildren.

They are more popular than the grandsons and granddaughters born to their daughter Helena.

“You're not going to the tea party?”

Viserys looked at his wife in surprise, a little disturbed by today's story session.

“I'll accompany you.”

Allison lowered his eyes, and it seemed like something was going on.

Viserys knew it all too well. He put down a pair of grandchildren and said cautiously: "What's important?"

“The whole court is rumored to elect the Prime Minister.”

Allison hesitated and whispered: "My father..."

“Otto did a good job at Qohor.”

Viserys just heard the conversation and immediately interrupted.

Alisson did not give up and tried to persuade him again: "My father is old and it is uneasy to be in a foreign country."

King's Landing is no longer the King's Landing it used to be.

This place does not belong to a queen mother who has no backer.

She would be much better off if her father Otto could return to serve in King's Landing. ,

“Alison, this can't be done.”

Viserys sighed and said: "Otto's decision to use his remaining talents in Qohor was his own decision."

There are only a few ministers stationed on the continent of Essos. Kohor and the golden wilderness area rely entirely on Otto and Cole to shoulder the burden.

The eldest son will not agree to transfer him back.

Allison was in a daze, looking indescribably lonely.

The Board of Directors Hall.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

Berron was reading past memorials in the hall, when there was a knock on the door.

“I'll open the door.”

Benila stood by the bookshelf, holding a feather duster in her hand.

Stepping forward to the door, the girl's mature body is graceful and graceful.

The door opened, and a broad and fat old man stood in front of the door.

“You are?”

Benila has never seen a stranger face.

“My name is Desmond Mandalay, and the Crown Prince knows me.”

Desmond smiled, his triangular eyes twinkling shrewdly.

With one glance, he stared at the young man working in the hall.

Berron raised his head when he heard the sound and said in shock: "Earl Desmond, when will you visit King's Landing?"

　　The then Earl of White Harbor, one of the leading princes in the north.

Wearing a silk robe, gold and gemstone rings on his fingers, gray hair combed back.

With his bloated figure and smiling eyes, he looks more like a shrewd businessman than a high-ranking lord.

“Your Majesty, I landed at the Mud Gate this morning.”

Desmond was very humble and bent down to salute: "The Commander of the Iron Guard said that His Majesty the King is sleeping and leads me to see you."

Berlon suddenly understood and said kindly: "Please sit down, sir."

Looked at Benila again and said it was troublesome: "Please pour a glass of wine for Lord Desmond. Don't let the guests from afar say that we did not entertain well."

“Okay.” Benila nodded, picked up the jug and poured wine.

The two siblings sang together, all falling in Desmond's eyes.

Having sailed all the way from White Harbor and arriving at King's Landing but not receiving a grand reception, of course I felt dissatisfied.

But if the crown prince can say these words, the previous mistreatment is not important.

“Thank you for the hospitality, Your Highness.”

Desmond forced a philistine smile on his face and thanked Benila who was pouring the wine: "And you, my distinguished lady."

As he spoke, he looked at it without leaving any trace.

The eldest daughter of Prince Daemon and the heir to Tyrosh across the strait.

Her fiancé, Prince Aemon, passed away and there was no engagement contract with him.

Benila was very sensitive to prying eyes and frowned calmly: "You're welcome, Lord Desmond."

Berlon glanced at her, and then looked at the smiling Earl of White Harbor.

Those who are familiar with Benila know that she has begun to have a seizure.

Before this, Bellon asked the purpose of his visit: "What is your business?"

When it came to business, Desmond suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Your Highness, the Kingdom's victory in the war against the Basilisk Islands, I hope to borrow a loan from the national treasury in the name of White Harbor." Belron was even more confused: "White Harbor has always been rich."

To take a step back, shouldn't you go to the Iron Bank in Bluffs for a loan?

Those who are near the water get the better, and there is a lot of trade between White Harbor and Bluffs.

“You don't know, White Harbor and the North have their own difficulties.”

Desmond's expression darkened as he recounted the story one by one: "You are a Dragon King born in the south. You just happened to have ten years of long summer, and perhaps you have never even seen winter."

Berlon frowned, suspicious of things he didn't understand.

Desmond continued: "It's summer in King's Landing, but winter has arrived in the north, and heavy snow has covered the crops."

"how so?"

Benila stood aside holding a wine bottle and made a surprised sound.

The northern border should also have a long summer.

Desmond seemed to have guessed the girl's thoughts, and said with a hint of panic: "You don't know something. The spring in the north is still very warm, and heavy snow suddenly fell."

“Duke Cregan inspected the Northern Territory and once said that he was afraid that the entire Northern Territory would lose its harvest this year.”

The Mandalay family is not a native of the North, but they are descendants of the original ancestors.

Having been based in the north for thousands of years, they have long been in awe of the severe cold.

Berron was stunned for a while, looking for the Northern Memorial in the past six months.

As expected, there was no news from any noble family, as if the northern border was isolated from the world.

“Is it really winter in the North?”

Berron's heart sank and he couldn't help but feel distressed.

He knows the prophecies of Aegon the Conqueror's "A Song of Ice and Fire" and is aware of the existence of the White Walkers outside the Great Wall.

My father was eager to capture the golden wilderness of Essos continent for the sake of the family's future.

"Your Highness, I know that borrowing money from the treasury is unreasonable, but Baigang really has no other choice."

Desmond said helplessly: "The Iron Bank refused to lend money, and the port of White Harbor will be frozen. I can only prepare in advance before the real winter comes."

Hearing this, Bellon was silent for a moment.

The reason why the Iron Bank does not accept loans is simple. During every war, White Harbor and Seagull Town are the main forces resisting Bluffs.

Now that the Basilisk Islands are broken, the Bluffs lose a potential ally.

Of course we are unwilling to help the enemy tide over difficulties.

Just as he was thinking about it, he put a hand on his shoulder and gently massaged it twice.

Berlon raised his head and met Benila's eyes.

　　Benila did not interfere with his judgment, but encouraged him with her eyes.

Berlon's heart warmed up, and his thoughts gradually became clearer: "Lord Desmond, I'm sorry for what happened in the north."

“I hope the royal family can lend a helping hand.”

Desmond did not listen to polite words and only wanted the reward of loyalty to the royal family.

“Please be patient for a moment.”

Berlon was not in a hurry, and said thoughtfully: "A wise man should not worry about the few but the inequality. Natural disasters hit the northern border, and all the noble fiefdoms were affected."

“What do you mean?”

Desmond was a little anxious.

“I can't make the decision.”

Berron said it all in one sentence, and then reassured him: "I will discuss with my father to securely reinforce the northern border."

The words are well-founded and contain the skill of pretending to be confused.

Desmond is a famous old fox, how could he not understand what the crown prince meant.

Suddenly his face darkened, he stood up and said goodbye: "Then I will stay in the hotel until the king summons me."

After saying that, he nodded kindly to Benila and walked out of the door angrily.

“You have offended him.”

Benila poured herself a glass of wine and leaned on the table with her **** raised.

When people are gone, I can finally stop pretending.

Berron snorted softly and said dissatisfied: "He is the one who offended me."

Lending money is a matter of affection, but not borrowing is a duty.

There is no reason why borrowing money will fail and only cause you to lose face.

Old Town, the largest of the five major ports, must be loyal to the royal family. How can the humble White Harbor be so arrogant?

“Think clearly, White Harbor's support represents half of the North.”

Benila took a sip of the sweet wine and reminded her in an old-fashioned way.

“Are you much older than me?”

Bier tilted his head, feeling unhappy.

“Hmm~” Benila shrugged, her eyes unable to conceal her concern.

Berron rubbed his nose and held his chin with one hand.

The hall fell into silence.

At night.

Rhaegar had just woken up, and the sudden news seemed like the sky was falling.

“Is it snowing in the north?”

Before I could feel sleepy, I immediately became energetic.

Berron nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I sent someone to send a message to Duke Cregen Raven of Winterfell to inquire about the matter in detail."

“Well, that's pragmatic.”

Lei Jia gathered up his messy silver-gold hair and said with a headache: "The ten-year summer is coming to an end. I don't know how big the backlash will be."

I really have a headache, and I have a migraine while sleeping.

It hurt even more when I heard the bad news.

“Father, how should we deal with this?”

Berron looked serious.

“The north is no better than the south. It is a stubborn land that is stuck in its own ways.”

Rhaegar's thoughts were spinning, and for the sake of safety he said: "Send someone to the north to cooperate with Cregen to thoroughly investigate the situation."

Desmond is a shrewd businessman who speaks a mixture of truth and lies.

Seeing is believing.

“Who to send?”

Berron's eyes lit up.

Rhaegar saw this, swallowed back the word "Aegon" and asked, "Do you want to go?"

The eldest son is also a good candidate, which can let the people in the north see the sincerity of the royal family.

The key point is that Aegon is too unreliable.

"I can."

Berron smiled.

Jun Lin was almost tired, and Uragas was doing nothing all day in Heishui Bay.

“You can't do it alone, you have to find someone to accompany you.”

Rhaegar's eyes flashed, warning him of his second son's misfortune.

Berron blinked and suddenly said: "Benila, come with me, how about that?"

(End of this chapter)

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