Tyrion's act of feigning weakness was effective; before long... the Lannister Lioness's rage... and then, he froze on the spot. ♤🐍 😾♬
The Lioness cried!
Why did she suddenly start crying?!
Even if his kind father were to invite him to a brothel right now and ask him for tips on pleasure, Tyrion Lannister wouldn't be any more surprised than he is now.
When the older sister cries, the younger brother should comfort her... but this is Lioness!
Tyrion approached somewhat awkwardly, then stood on tiptoe. He hesitated for a moment before tentatively reaching out to pat her shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" Cersei said, turning away.
Tyrion's outstretched hand froze. He had known since childhood that she loathed him, and perhaps his comfort was an insult to her... That was normal; he shouldn't be upset, but at this moment he was very sad and in pain.
The Lannister are indeed a loving family.
Cersei's face flushed red, a mixture of sadness and anger on her face. She gasped, "Don't look at me! Don't... don't look at me like that... you're not allowed to do that!"
Tyrion withdrew his hand, stepped back slightly, and said respectfully, "I was just playing a little joke on you... I'm sorry, Mother Mother."
Queen Regent Cersei turned her tearful face to the other side and said, "Didn't you say you could rescue Jaime? Why haven't I seen him yet?"
Tyrion scratched his cheek and said, "There was a slight mishap (Chapter 230), but he's safe for now. I'll think of another way."
Queen Regent Cersei grabbed a towel and wiped her tears as she said, "If only I were a man, I wouldn't need you at all, and none of this would have happened. What happened to Jaime? How did he fall into the hands of that House Stark brat? And Father, I was so stupid to trust him. Where is he now that I need him?!"
Tyrion shrugged and said, "My dear sister, I think you'll be able to see our old father soon, after all, your Chief Steward has brought in the House Tyrell army."
Queen Regent Cersei scoffed, "In the end, we still have to rely on outsiders for help!"
Tyrion grinned. "My dear sister, the House Tyrell aren't outsiders. Soon we'll be a family that can hug each other."
Queen Regent Cersei turned her face towards him, her voice filled with anger. "If Father had defeated the Stark and Tully sooner, would we have needed to give the Queen to the Golden Rose?! What is Father waiting for? If I were a man, I would never have dragged the war on for so long, nor would I have stood by and watched Jaime imprisoned in Riverrun."
Tyrion blinked and said, "Sister Mother, war isn't Tournament. We need to wait for the right opportunity."
Queen Regent Cersei scoffed, "Didn't Lord Gryn conquer Gulltown in just one night?"
Tyrion shrugged his little shoulders and said, "That's because he happened to be there during the Vale civil war; that's the time for war."
He added, "A lion is leisurely wagging its tail; the prey it has its eye on will be eaten sooner or later, and it knows it perfectly well."
Queen Regent Cersei asked suspiciously, "Are you sure... Tywin is that lion?"
Tyrion pointed to something hanging on the dining room wall and chuckled, "Doesn't the Lannister banner have a lion on it?"
After a moment of silence, Queen Regent Cersei's voice was weak as she said, " Tyrion, can you guarantee that? Stannis could be at the gates at any moment. Can you guarantee that Father's army will arrive in time to reinforce King's Landing?"
Seeing his sister's reddened eyes, Tyrion's heart softened, and he gently comforted her, "Lord Tywin knows exactly what he should do. Our old father is still quite reliable."
Queen Regent Cersei turned her face away again, paused, and whispered with a hint of a sob in her voice, "I'm not afraid of death, I'm just so worried about my children..."
Seeing this, Tyrion first sighed inwardly, then got up from his seat again.
He felt like a prostitute from Mud Gate, whose face would immediately light up with a smile the moment a customer tossed him a Copper Star.
With a clatter, Tyrion picked up the jug and poured himself a cup of wine, handing it to his sister Cersei as he said, " King's Landing has high walls; it won't fall in a single battle. Besides, the Kingsroad is straight and swift from Harrenhal to here. The Old Lion will surely arrive in time."
Cersei took the wine glass with her slender, fair hand and said softly, "Thank you..."
After saying that, she took a sip of her drink before slowly turning around.
A few drops of glistening moisture still clung to Cersei's long eyelashes; her expression was that of a frightened the Maiden... Who could bear to harm such a captivating and delicate flower?
This... is his sister, the Queen Mother? Tyrion couldn't help but blink.
Cersei's moist eyes were as clear as lake water, Tyrion quickly tried to calm his pounding heart.
Cersei's slender fingers gently traced Tyrion's face. " Tyrion, I've always been afraid..."
Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Besides his disobedient heart still pounding wildly, the unfamiliar sister also gradually instilled a strange fear in Tyrion, and he couldn't help but take a slight step back.
Cersei parted her red lips slightly, as if whispering in his ear, " Tyrion, bring Gryn back; he'll be a good helper to you."
As soon as Cersei finished speaking, the Imp Hand of the King instantly snapped to attention.
Tyrion, using the gesture of reaching for his wine glass, leaned back slightly and said with a smile, " Cersei, I admit the Earl of Crackclaw Point is a skilled strategist, but he can't return at this time. Many have reported to me that the relationship between Crackclaw Point and Dragonstone is unusual. Stannis's fleet has never harassed Crackclaw Point's ports, and has even allowed merchant ships from across the Narrow Sea to dock."
Cersei lowered her head sadly and said, "But... Tyrion, my brother, it was Lord Gryn who negotiated the alliance between the Lannister and the Tyrell, he is loyal..."
She glanced at Tyrion with a weak look. "Besides, you're just doubting him, aren't you? Tyrion, Lord Gryn's loyalty is well-known, and he has just performed a great service. This is unfair to him."
Tyrion took a sip of wine... Gryn was her other sword, that's something everyone knew.
Tyrion grinned... and his sister did this to get back at her obedient brother.
"My sister, this is a battle between Lannister and Stannis Baratheon. We can only rely on ourselves."
A flash of anger crossed Cersei's eyes. She said softly, " The Lord Gryn is the Lannister Queen Mother's Chief Steward; he's one of our men."
Tyrion shrugged and said, "Unfortunately, he's not a real Lannister."
Cersei's voice trembled slightly. "Just don't let him bring his own soldiers, then we won't have to worry."
Tyrion tilted his head and said, "Sister Mother, Lord Gryn has many supporters hidden among the Gold Cloaks. I wouldn't dare bet he'd secretly open the door for Stannis."
Cersei gritted her teeth and said, " The Lord Gryn is loyal."
Tyrion chuckled, "My dear Queen Mother, what guarantees his loyalty? Your beauty? Will you lay your head on his chest for him?"
Slap! Queen Regent Cersei slapped Tyrion across the face.
"You bastard!" Cersei's blue eyes flashed with an uncontrollable rage, like an enraged Lioness.
Tyrion rubbed his burning cheek, a smile gradually spreading across his face. This was the good sister he knew. It was too unsettling to see her acting like a delicate woman. He preferred the Lioness as she was now.
He grinned. "Dear sister, do you have any other questions? For the sake of the Lannister... we must continue to be on good terms."
Queen Regent Cersei roared, "Don't think I don't know you want to imprison me in Maegor's Hold!"
"We're a loving family, I'm just protecting you. Besides, didn't I leave Lancel for you to keep you entertained?" Tyrion grinned wickedly.
Then... Tyrion skillfully dodged Cersei's slap.
Cersei snapped, "You dare to hide?!"
Tyrion smiled and retorted, "Why wouldn't I dodge? I don't have that kind of hobby."
The air in the hall seemed to freeze. After a long while, Cersei's breathing gradually calmed. She slightly raised her chin and said contemptuously, " Tyrion, don't think you've got everything under control. You're just like any other man, a complete fool, spending half your time thinking with that soft worm between your legs."
Tyrion stared at Cersei, bowed slightly, and said, "Yes, at this moment I'm thinking... perhaps it's time to take my leave."
Tyrion had already decided to avoid contact with her sister as much as possible until the war was over.
"Why are you leaving so suddenly? Dinner has only just begun." Cersei gave a strange smile.
Tyrion placed his wine glass on the table and said, "Your good little brother is scared because of his charming sister, because you were never interested in my ** before."
Queen Regent Cersei scoffed and said, "I have no interest in your filthy ways, but someone reported to me that you have done what Father dislikes most."
Tyrion's eyes flickered slightly, but he said calmly, "Oh, I'm Father's favorite son... but judging from your expression, I'm rather curious about what it is?"
Queen Regent Cersei leaned forward, a smirk playing on her lips, and said, "My dear brother, I've heard you've taken in another prostitute as a bride? I intend to inform our father of this good news as soon as possible."
Who told Shae about Cersei?!
"I thought you were only interested in men." Tyrion reached for his glass again, buying himself a moment to gather his thoughts.
Cersei laughed smugly, "Your father made you take over the duties of Hand of the King, and you're all lovey-dovey with a prostitute. You're a complete clown."
Seeing Tyrion remain silent, Cersei grew even more smug. "Given Tywin's personality... it seems I'll have to find someone to replace you as soon as possible."
Tyrion's eyes flickered slightly. He was now certain that Cersei hadn't yet found Shae's whereabouts... Otherwise, given Cersei's personality, she would never have threatened her with just the position of Hand of the Hand of the King.
Given her sister's usual methods, she would have already sent someone to capture Shae as a hostage, because that would pose a greater threat.
He deliberately adopted a fawning expression and said, "Dear sister, we are family, and we have a common enemy— Stannis."
" The Lannister always pay their debts."
Cersei scoffed, then continued, "From the first day you became Hand of the Hand of the King, you've been at my mercy. Do you think you're still alive? It's not that I don't want to slit your throat, it's that I know if I do... Jaime will never forgive me."
His intuition was right; his own sister had indeed considered killing him, a truth that was anything but pleasant.
Although he also disliked Cersei Lannister, he never intended to truly hurt her because she was his older sister.
He's a hopeless idiot.
Tyrion stared at the smug Cersei for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, " Cersei, your the Maiden innocence fascinates me... I don't know where you got this information from, but regardless of its accuracy, as the Queen Regent, you actually think of using a prostitute to threaten the Hand of the King?"
After saying that, he laughed again.
Queen Regent Cersei frowned, giving Tyrion a suspicious look, and said, "You think your little tricks can fool me?"
"I don't even know if I'll survive Stannis. I think my kind father would be a little more lenient with me at this point, but I feel he simply doesn't have time to discipline his own son right now."
With a bang, Tyrion slammed his glass back on the table and grinned. "Tonight, I have to thank you for your honesty."
His smile vanished, and mimicking his father's calm and composed tone, he continued, " Cersei, you spared me because of Jaime, and I tolerated you because of Jaime, but this tolerance does not represent my weakness. You have exhausted my patience with you, the Regent who wants to slit my throat."
Queen Regent Cersei said dismissively, "What can you do? The roar of a Dwarf?"
Tyrion sneered, "I can marry you off to a cripple. The Red Keep doesn't really need a troublesome queen mother, and I think our old father understands that very well."
As Tyrion finished speaking, Queen Regent Cersei's eyes seemed to burn with rage. "What do you mean by that?"
Tyrion bowed slightly and said, "Please allow me to take my leave, Your Queen Regent."
"Stop! Don't move!"
Tyrion ignored the Lioness's roar... His father had taught him: when two armies clash, the battle is over as soon as one side shows signs of collapse and desertion. Even if the opponent is still as strong and fully armed as before, once defeated, they are no longer a threat.
Cersei was in that state at that moment.
Tyrion, with his hands behind his back, said as he walked, "I suggest you take a close look at the Lannister - Tyrell alliance treaty; one clause in particular is very suitable for you."
Tyrion!
Outside the door, Tyrion glanced "arrogantly" at the two Kingsguard standing at the entrance, waved to his squire, and then strode away.
Tyrion, accompanied by his young servant, strolled slowly through a stairwell, then... suddenly quickened his pace.
The young squire Podrick, paused for a moment, then followed closely behind.