Corleone After finishing his words, Tywin's first reaction was not surprise, but a frown.
The murderer?
What kind of good news is this?
"Corleone-sama."
Tywin looked at him with a hint of disapproval in his voice. "Even if we catch the murderer, what's the use?"
"The Iron Bank doesn't care whether we catch the murderer or not. What they care about is the one and a half million Gold Dragon."
"If the money is repaid, Naho was unfortunately killed." It doesn't matter who the murderer is. If the money is not repaid, then Naho was killed by us. No matter how many murderers we hand over, it will be useless."
Hearing this, Corleone just smiled slightly.
"You are right, my lord, from the perspective of the Iron Bank, it does not matter who the murderer is."
"But...
"You'd better meet this person in person."
"Why?" Tywin's frown deepened.
"Because her identity is not simple."
"It's very... not simple."
Hearing this, Tywin fell silent. Judging from his experience in the battle of wits and courage with Corleone these days, this guy seemed to be digging a hole for himself again.
But what this pit is, he can't guess.
However, Corleone is the chancellor after all, and it's hard for Tywin to refuse directly.
"Bring it with you." He finally relaxed.
It's just a meeting, no big deal.
Probably...
Not long after, the door opened.
A young woman was escorted in by two Black Hand Mafia members.
She looked to be in her early twenties, with bronze skin and a tall figure. She walked elegantly and calmly. She didn't look like a prisoner being escorted at all. She even had time to straighten her skirt, then raised her head and looked at the two men in the room calmly.
Is this the murderer?
A woman?
Tywin frowned again and looked at Corleone with a trace of doubt in his eyes.
Corleone didn't speak, but raised his chin, signaling for him to ask.
Seeing this, Tywin turned to the woman and said in a cold tone, "Are you the murderer of Naho·Dimittis?"
The woman looked at him without any fear in her eyes.
"Yes!" Her voice was very gentle, as if she was saying something ordinary.
Tywin's frown deepened. "What's your name?"
The woman straightened her chest, raised her chin slightly, and said with a hint of pride in her voice, "My name is Namei Lia Shad."
"My father is Prince Oberyn Martell."
"Naho·Dimittis, I killed him!"
The room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of dust falling to the ground.
Tywin Lannister sat motionless in his chair, but his butt seemed to be aching again.
Namei Lia·Shad...
Oberyn·Martell's Bastard Daughter.
Killed Emissary from Tiejinku.
This information collided repeatedly in his mind, but it was like a group of wild horses that could not be tied together.
The Prime Minister looked at Corleone in confusion, and saw the other person folding his hands on his chest, with an expression like "I knew you would have this expression."
And Na Mei Lia...
The Dornish woman who claimed that her father was Oberyn still held out her chest and looked at her calmly, with a proud expression even with a hint of... provocation?
For a long time, Tywin took a deep breath.
He has seen countless ridiculous things in his life.
He had seen Mad King Aerys leading a man into Duskendale and being captured by the vassals, he had seen Robert Baratheon dance while drunk with a prostitute who was fatter than a pig, and he had even seen his daughter Cersei marry a fool to a Mercenary.
But this has never happened to him.
Bastard Daughter, a Prince of Dorne, came all the way to King's Landing and did nothing but kill Emissary from the Iron Bank first?
Are you fucking full?
Tywin closed his eyes and opened them again.
Then he turned to Corleone, with uncontrollable anger in his voice. "What on earth is going on?"
Hearing this, Corleone spread his hands and looked innocent. "I have told you everything I know, sir."
"Her name is Namei Lia·Shad, and she is the daughter of Prince Oberyn. She was the one who killed Naho·Dimittis with her own hands last night. My men captured her, and I brought her over to you this morning."
"It's that simple."
As soon as he said this, Tywin stared at him for a long time without saying anything.
Simple?
A daughter of a Dornish prince killed Emissary of the Iron Bank. Is this simple?
"Why did you want to kill Naho?" He looked at Namei Lia and asked.
"Killed by mistake."
Such a frank answer made Tywin's mouth twitch uncontrollably.
Is this the fucking reason?
Tywin looked at Namei Lia, and her fearless eyes seemed to tell him that this matter was a misunderstanding from beginning to end.
But as Prime Minister, Tywin had to consider that the death of Naho might be Dorne's conspiracy to sow discord between the Iron Throne and the Iron Bank.
Considering Oberyn's character and his hatred of Lannister, this is not surprising at all.
Sitting on the chair, Tywin endured the severe pain in his butt and took a deep breath, then another.
He needs to calm down.
"Master Corleone." He turned to Corleone, and his voice returned to its usual calmness. "Since she is the murderer, why not hand her over to Adam Malbrand Ser? The golden robe is specially responsible for such cases."
Corleone looked at him and smiled slightly, "She is the daughter of Oberyn Martell."
"As we all know, there is some... old grudge between you and Oberyn. If this matter is not handled well, will it lead to some irreconcilable conflicts between Dorne and the Iron Throne?"
Hearing this, Tywin nodded.
The feud between himself and Oberyn has long been known to everyone.
"So you brought her to me because you wanted me to handle it?"
Corleone nodded. "Yes."
"Because this woman has a special status and is of great importance, I dare not handle it privately. After much deliberation, it is most appropriate to leave it to you."
This sounded like flattery, but Tywin immediately realized that Corleone was clearly trying to pass the blame.
Perhaps a Bastard Daughter is not important to other people at all, but Dorne's atmosphere is open and the emphasis on illegitimate children is basically the same as that of legitimate children, except for inheritance rights.
Coupled with Oberyn's character, if he knew that his daughter was caught, he would never sit idly by and watch.
Corleone has a pretty good relationship with Oberyn, and obviously doesn't want to deal with such a difficult matter, so he chooses to throw this hot potato to himself.
No.
Tywin's eyes suddenly narrowed.
If he takes over, this matter will be tied to him. No matter what happens to this woman in the future, he will not be able to escape her involvement. The relationship between Dorne and the Iron Throne will only get worse.
What he needs most now is stability.
This pot cannot be carried away.
After figuring out this joint, Tywin leaned back in his chair and said in a businesslike tone, "Master Corleone, I think it is more appropriate for you to handle this matter."
"You are the Minister of Finance, and the affairs of the Iron Bank are within your scope of responsibility."
"And...
He paused, and an almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Prince Oberyn is currently recuperating in your House of Order. He is also the special adviser to the emperor. It would be most appropriate for you two to discuss the solution."
Hearing this, Corleone looked at Tywin, and the two looked at each other for three seconds.
Then he nodded, smiled and sighed.
"Okay, that's it."
He paused and looked at Namei Lia: "Then I have to ask someone to tell Prince Doran Martell the whole matter."
"Tell him that his niece not only killed Emissary of the Iron Bank, but also...Anders·Eron Wood Earl!"
The room fell into dead silence again, even quieter than last time, it was simply suffocating.
Tywin sat on the chair, and for the first time, a real sense of confusion appeared in his green eyes.
"What did you say?!!!"
However, when faced with his question, Corleone did not answer, but just looked at Namei Lia.
Seeing this, knowing that it was her turn to play, Namei Lia puffed up her chest, raised her chin high again, and said in a clear and loud voice, "That's right."
"Anders·Eron Wood, I killed him!"
As soon as these words came out, something seemed to break in Tywin's mind.
Anders·Eron Wood.
Eron The patriarch of the Wood family, the "Keeper of Stone Roads", one of the most powerful vassals of Dorne.
Dead?
Killed by this woman?
The moment he heard the news, Tywin was as shocked as when he heard his grandson order the execution of Eddard Stark when he was fighting abroad.
He widened his eyes, looked at Namei Lia's extremely proud expression, and suddenly realized something.
Naho's death may not be a bullshit "Dorn conspiracy" from beginning to end.
This is simply a purely personal act without any political considerations.
There's something wrong with this woman's brain!
Seven gods above...
Tywin closed his eyes, the pain in his butt was still coming, and his temples seemed to be bulging.
His mind was racing.
Anders·Eron Wood is the patriarch of the Eron Wood family. His death will plunge the entire Eron Wood family into anger and madness.
They will ask the Martell family to hand over the murderer.
If it cannot be handed over, there is a high probability that it will unite with other families who are dissatisfied with Martell to start an army, just like Robb Stark did.
There are many powerful families in Dorne, and the death of Anders will become an excuse for them to revolt.
Quentin: Martell is the adopted son of Eron Wood. Now that his adoptive father is dead, his situation in Eron Wood City will be extremely dangerous. People from the Eron Wood family may take him hostage, or even kill him to take revenge on Martell.
Even though Tywin knew very well that Doran Martell was an extremely calm and tolerant person, after all, he was in poor health and had limited mobility.
The balance of Dorne has been well maintained for so many years, but once this balance is broken, the foundation of the rule of the Martell family will be shaken.
That's the next question.
Tywin continued to think.
Would it be in my own interest to make this matter public?
This is what it looks like on the surface.
After all, Dorne has always been a thorn in the side of the Iron Throne. They have been independent for thousands of years, and it was not until Good King Daeron's rule that they were merged into the Seven Kingdoms through marriage. If Dorne itself becomes chaotic, the Iron Throne can reap the benefits and even take the opportunity to strengthen its control over Dorne.
But... the actual situation is much more complicated than imagined.
Now the War of the Five Kings has just ended, the North is still in turmoil, the Iron Islands are about to move, and there is a Targaryen with three dragons on the other side of the Narrow Sea.
At this time, what he needs is a controllable situation, not a new war.
If there is civil strife in Dorne, the Iron Throne must send troops to intervene, which will consume a lot of military and financial resources.
Who to send?
In order to stabilize the kingdom, the Lannister army has to keep an eye on Bolton and Stannis who are far away in the North. The army of Tyrell has to deal with the mess of the Redwyne family.
But if left unchecked, careerists in other regions will be ready to take action.
Moreover, at the beginning, he acquiesced to Tyrion sending Myrcella to Dorne to marry Tristan Prince, just to give the Martell family a hostage, and at the same time to give Dorne a tie to the Iron Throne.
If there is civil strife in Dorne, the significance of this marriage will be greatly reduced.
This damn bastard.
Seeing Corleone's expression of "I knew all this", Tywin's teeth started to itch with hatred. This kid seemed to have eaten him.
It is true that he can directly hand over Namei Lia to Eron Wood instead of picking up this hot potato.
But now that Oberyn has been assassinated, and all the evidence points to the Eron Wood family, what if Tywin really did this?
Isn't this simply tantamount to publicly telling everyone that the Iron Throne is biased?
By then, even if Doran Martell can endure it, he probably won't be able to accept this fact and will completely turn against the Iron Throne.
However, this is not without its benefits.
If it works well, Oberyn...
"Corleone-sama."
After thinking for a long time, Tywin slowly spoke, "You are really... farsighted."
Hearing this, Corleone smiled slightly, "As long as you understand."
The sunlight outside the window still shines quietly on the floor.
Only Namei Lia stood aside, looking at the two men who were scheming against each other, with a trace of confusion in her eyes.
She wasn't very clear about Corleone's plan, or Corleone had said it, but she couldn't quite understand it.
But even her father agreed. Even if she was asked to come to Lannister and throw herself into a trap, Name Lia didn't hesitate at all.
But...
Seeing the constipated expression on the famous Tywin Lannister's face, she suddenly felt that King's Landing seemed quite interesting.
After a long time, Tywin took a deep breath.
"You should go back first. I have to wait for me to think about these two things carefully."
"You're welcome." Hearing this, Corleone nodded, turned around and left.
He knew that he had to give Tywin some time, but since the other party did not ask him to take Namei Lia away, then the matter was almost half done.
But when he walked to the door, Corleone seemed to remember something again and turned around.
"Lord Tywin."
Corleone smiled slightly, "I wish you... good luck today."
After saying that, he opened the door and walked out.
Success?
Tywin looked at the closed door, somewhat confused.
What does it mean?
Suddenly, he lowered his head and took a look.
Then I understood.
Damn it.
This damn guy is really Medicine superb, you can see it all!