Cersei·Lannister:"...",
Varys picked up the letter, looked at it, and said with emotion, "Queen Regent Cersei, I think Mr. Tyrion did not deceive you. You see..."
He pointed the letter toward Queen Regent Cersei, pointed to the sealing paste on it, and continued, "Only Mr. Lord Tywin's letters will use golden ink paste. I have to say that he is so thoughtful, which allows us to identify his handwritten letters at a glance."
Pycelle stretched out his neck tremblingly, glanced at the letter, and nodded slightly towards Queen Regent Cersei.
Queen Regent Cersei's beautiful eyes were fixed on the ugly Dwarf, but her hand reached out to Spider. Varys quickly got up from the chair, walked over and put the letter respectfully in Queen Regent Cersei's hand.
Queen Regent Cersei glanced at the golden Lion seal, then opened the envelope and read it.
Tyrion first glanced at Small Council's long table, and then looked at Cersei's sister who was sitting in the king's seat. He heard that his nephew, the king, rarely attended Small Council like Robert I... He looked at Cersei again. The chair of Hand of the King is empty next to Right Hand. His father is indeed very considerate. His lonely sister needs a well-behaved younger brother to accompany her.
Tyrion couldn't help but have a smile on his face, and then he looked at Lancel·Lannister standing next to Cersei.
His sweet cousin's face was haggard, and the dark circles under his eyes were thick and deep, just like... just like...Tyrion scratched his head... he remembered! It seemed like this was how he looked after getting up from the women's branch.
Lannister's several lions like to look in the mirror. It has nothing to do with beauty or ugliness.
"Hey, my cousin, please bring me a glass of the Queen Regent's favorite Summer Wine."
Lancel glanced contemptuously at Tyrion, who had a playful face, and ignored him.
Tyrion suddenly curled up his lips. "Small Council is really cautious. A deaf person is naturally more reliable than most people in this place... my poor cousin."
Varys turned his face to one side and covered his mouth and smiled softly. Pycelle seemed to be asleep.
Lancel's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I am not a waiter, nor am I deaf, I am now a knight!"
The smile on Tyrion's face remained unchanged. He nodded in agreement and said, "Okay, Lancel Knight, please give me a glass of wine."
Lancel quickly glanced at the people present, suppressing his anger and whispered, "I told you I'm not a waiter!"
Tyrion looked at Varys, who had a theatrical expression on his face, and said, "Lancel Why is the knight still alive?"
Tyrion looked like he was whispering, but his voice was the same as usual.
Varys's eyes moved slightly, and he smiled and said, "The Queen Mother is kind."
Tyrion's eyes widened slightly. "But to me, he looked like he was in a state of inebriation. I mistakenly thought it was a last party, but it turned out to be a celebration of survival."
After Tyrion finished speaking, Varys turned to look at Lancel, and Pycelle, who seemed to be asleep, also looked over.
Tyrion said with a smile, "My knight cousin, which women's hospital did you go to? Let's go together next time?"
Cersei almost tore off a corner of the letter, and she said without raising her head, "Lancel, tell him to shut up."
Tyrion's words made Lancel's face become even paler. He glanced at the hilt of the sword at his waist and the golden wine flask in panic.
Tyrion glanced at Queen Regent Cersei strangely. Did she give in because of the content of the letter? But this is not Lioness's usual style?
Not long after, Lancel walked over with his head held high, and he placed the jug and wine glass on the table in front of Tyrion with disdain.
Lancel turned around to leave, Tyrion said with a smile, "Lancel Knight, do I need to pour the wine myself?"
Lancel's footsteps paused, he glanced at Queen Regent Cersei who was lowering his head to read the letter, and angrily picked up the wine bottle.
"Thank you, Lancel Knight."
Tyrion squinted his eyes and took a sip of wine... A small victory, the beginning was not bad.
"This is impossible!"
Queen Regent Cersei finished reading the letter and slapped it on the table.
After a pause, Queen Regent Cersei picked up the letter again and read it again, which made her more and more annoyed.
"This is really unreasonable!", the letter was slapped on the table by Queen Regent Cersei again.
Varys said softly, "Queen Regent Cersei, what happened?"
Queen Regent Cersei leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and then said, "My father ordered Tyrion to join Red Keep to take over his duties. He told us to treat Tyrion as the real Hand of the King until he comes to Red Keep in person."
Pycelle Grand Maester twirled his white beard, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Lord Tywin must have made careful arrangements with this arrangement. It seems that Small Council has to officially welcome Tyrion Hand of the King."
Queen Regent Cersei said angrily, "I disagree! Putting a Dwarf on Hand of the King's chair is a joke in itself."
Tyrion smiled slightly and said, "Sister Cersei, I really like your welcome ceremony."
Queen Regent Cersei clenched his fists under the table. "If Renly comes to the city, or Stannis crosses the sea from Dragonstone to attack, what's the use of a Dwarf? What I need is someone who can destroy them, not someone who laughs them to death."
She added, "Also! Hand of the King was personally selected by the king and can only be appointed with the consent of Small Council. Joffrey was appointed by his father, not you, so you are not qualified."
Tyrion raised his glass and took a sip Summer Wine with a smile, and said, "Sister, our Hand of the King father appointed me."
"Father has no right to do this unless he can get Joffrey's consent."
Tyrion shrugged and said, "For those questions, you can only ask your kind father face to face, but he is far away from Casterly Rock and is busy recruiting troops. He probably won't have time to talk to you in a short time."
After saying that, Tyrion stopped smiling.
He politely said, "Pycelle Grand Maester, Varys, and all of you, could you please allow me and my sister to have a few words in private?"
Everyone quietly communicated with their eyes, lowering their eyes in tacit understanding, and they were waiting for the Queen Regent's order.
Tyrion grinned. "My sister's sweet voice is nostalgic, and I also like sweetness..."
"That's enough, you go out first.", Cersei interrupted Tyrion in disgust.
Varys stood up smoothly and nodded goodbye; Pycelle stood up tremblingly, caressed his chest and saluted before leaving; Lancel The knight glanced at his cousin fiercely before leaving.
After Kingsguard left, only Cersei and Tyrion were left.
"Old Lion, have you lost your mind? Tell me, did you forge the letter?"
Queen Regent Cersei clenched his fist and crushed the letter from Lord Tywin: "What I want is for him to come in person. I am the Queen Regent of Joffrey, and I gave him an order Royal Decree!"
Tyrion waited silently for Queen Regent Cersei to finish venting, and then he sighed and said, "Queen Regent, we should be realistic. Renly and Stannis will come to the city sooner or later. Old Lion can lead the troops outside to contain those people..."
As he said that, Tyrion grinned and continued, "To be honest, you have found many rivals for our old father. You are indeed his good daughter. He must love you to death."
Cersei pursed his lips and looked angry.
"My brother, if I say this letter is fake, tell them to throw you into Dungeons... I guarantee that no one will dare to disobey me!"
Tyrion's smile remained unchanged, but his heart trembled. Her sister could definitely do such a thing. He knew very well how willful Cersei was.
Tyrion nodded. "Of course, I have no doubt about this at all. If I hadn't held my father's letter in my hand, I think I would have been crying pitifully for your forgiveness in the dark Dungeons."
Queen Regent Cersei raised her chin slightly, with a look of contempt on her face
After a pause, Tyrion said seriously, "Cersei, both you and Joffrey need Old Lion's army, so we shouldn't easily shake my father's trust in you."
Queen Regent Cersei's pupils shrank, and Tyrion hit the part she was most worried about. Small Council before Tyrion came over had already let her know that she was surrounded by enemies everywhere.
She is not afraid, but she doesn't want to lose.
Therefore, she cannot do without the support of Old Lion.
Queen Regent Cersei deliberately showed a nonchalant look. "I have Ser Jaime and Lord Gryn."
Tyrion sighed, "Thank you, old man Seven, for not saying Lancel's name."
Cersei suddenly stood up, stared at Tyrion, and said coldly, "What do you mean?"
Tyrion's heart skipped a beat, why was he so angry all of a sudden?!
He climbed down from the chair and walked over like a trot. His flattering expression was like the jester in Red Keep: "Lioness's roar is really scary. Charming sister, please don't be angry. We are all Lannister. Without your support, I can't sit firmly in the position my father gave me."
Queen Regent Cersei shook off Tyrion's hand and sat back in the chair.
Tyrion quickly picked up the jug and poured wine for Queen Regent Cersei. Seeing that her face looked better, he poured himself another glass of wine.
After doing all this, Tyrion climbed onto the Hand of the King's Chair next to Cersei.
Tyrion squinted his eyes and took a sip of Summer Wine. He felt that Hand of the King's Chair was more comfortable than he imagined.
Although he relied on flattery, he finally sat on this chair, which was a good start.
Queen Regent Cersei put down her wine glass, her voice full of warning. "Remember your words, without my support, no one will take you seriously."
Tyrion nodded cordially and expressed his agreement.
Tyrion didn't show it on the surface, but he was suspicious in his heart. Lioness behaved abnormally twice because he mentioned Lancel.
Tyrion's lips curved imperceptibly. His curiosity had aroused, but he could put it aside for now. Now he had to deal with the Queen Mother sister who hated him.
Tyrion said sincerely, "I just talked about Jaime and Gryn... Let's talk about Ser Jaime first. He will be a good helper for my father to lead the troops outside. Old Lion is the best... I love him very much, don't you? As for Gryn... he has to help you guard King's Landing, right? I heard that Stannis is building a warship at Dragonstone, will he suddenly appear outside the city one day to say hello to us?"
Cersei thinks he is shrewd and sophisticated, but Tyrion has grown up with her and has a clear understanding of her personality. For him, reading the expression on her face is as easy as reading his favorite book.
Cersei's face showed less anger and more uneasiness about the situation, or she didn't know what to do now.
His Lioness sister could only regain some brains after venting her anger.
After a pause, he continued, "Cersei, as long as you support me, I guarantee you that you and Joffrey will be safe and sound."
Queen Regent Cersei mocked. "Just you? Can you hold the sword? Can you help me destroy the enemies that threaten Joffrey's throne?"
Tyrion grinned. "At least my foolish father chose to believe in me, didn't he? Someone has to work for you. This is no loss to you, my good sister."
After being silent for a while, Queen Regent Cersei said coldly, "I can give you a chance, don't let me down, my good brother."
Tyrion was both moved and grateful. "Please rest assured, I will serve you with all my heart, my Majesty."
Tyrion's eyes turned slightly. He thought that Old Lion had the same idea as him. Cersei and Joffrey were so talented at making enemies. Their mother and son were Lannister's biggest opponents.
The smile on Tyrion's face deepened... Perhaps before Old Lion could eliminate an enemy, mother and son would probably create two new enemies for him. Fortunately, the old father's body was always healthy.
Therefore, his most important task after becoming Hand of the King is to get rid of Cersei and Joffrey as soon as possible.
Tyrion picked up the wine glass and gestured towards Queen Regent Cersei...Lord Gryn is a problem. It can be said that Queen Regent Cersei controls King's Landing through him, only Whether it is Lord Gryn or Commander of the Gold Cloaks, it will be difficult to evade the power of Cersei. Although sister Cersei is stupid, she is not stupid, and she will not give up Lord Gryn's position easily.
Trust is key... how to shake it... or who is easier to shake?!
Tyrion took a big sip of Summer Wine, and his eyes suddenly lit up... Crabb family tradition!
Tyrion put down his wine glass and looked at Queen Regent Cersei in a good mood... The Queen Mother is the Queen Mother, but she is not Queen.
Queen Regent Cersei looked at his ugly brother and showed a rare smile.
Dwarf... ugly and deformed monster...Dwarf Hand of the King... the root of sin and suffering... what a good thing to put out to calm public anger!
Cersei feels that she understands the deep meaning of Old Lion. As expected, she is the true heir of Tywin.
Cersei feels sorry for her father because she doesn't have a baby.
Tyrion was stunned by her smile. Cersei blinked innocently. Her smile was very charming.
Cersei smiled... Tyrion saw a girl as beautiful as summer... Only when she smiled did she realize how beautiful she really was.
Tyrion also laughed... I'm so charming, he almost felt sorry for plotting the power of a famous beauty.
Tyrion coughed slightly and said, "My good sister, tell me about Pycelle and Varys?"
Cersei's green eyes moved slightly and said, "What are you referring to?"
Tyrion spread his hands and said, "Let's put it this way, are these two imperial ministers easy to use?"