As the words came out of her mouth, Cersei had turned from initial shock to calmness, even sober to the point of being almost excited!
Crisis is opportunity.
This is what her father taught her, although he never thought she could learn it.
"Better idea?"
Obaya sneered and showed her white teeth, "Tell me, Lannister."
"First of all." Cersei raised her chin. Although there was nothing majestic about her appearance at the moment, the arrogance engraved in her bones still made her forcefully order, "You must learn the rules, which is to put down your weapons when talking to Queen Mother!"
Hearing this, the three sand snakes looked at each other.
"Are you fucking ordering us?" Tyene raised an eyebrow.
"I'm reminding you."
Facing the sword in front of her, Cersei was not afraid, but said seriously every word, "If you really want to save people, you have to learn to speak and act like a human being, otherwise you won't even be able to get out of the Red Keep, let alone save your...
"Nami Lia·Shad."
Obaya repeated her sister's name and tightened her grip on the short spear, but did not move.
Sarella on the side came over and whispered, "Sister, what she said seems to make sense...
"Shut up." Obaya scolded her without turning her head.
Seeing a few people hesitate, Cersei stared at her and asked seriously, "Do you want to save your sisters?"
"But why do you help us?" Obaya asked back, "Father said that there is no good Lannister."
"I said, my daughter is Tristan Prince's fiancée."
"Then we are relatives?"
"Probably... that's it."
Hearing Obaya ask this question, even Cersei herself twitched her lips a little guiltily.
But just as she was about to continue persuading these strong Dornish women, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.
Immediately afterwards, a man's voice sounded, it was Balon Swen Ser of the Kingsguard.
Fortunately, the door was closed when the Sand Snakes broke in. Baron Ser just asked loudly at the door, "We heard something moving here, Your Majesty, what happened?"
Hearing that familiar and safe voice, Cersei was so happy that she almost blurted it out.
But in the blink of an eye, she saw the three sand snakes raising their weapons, as if they were ready to rush out and kill at any time, and she reacted immediately.
"Queen Mother Your Majesty?"
"I'm fine, Baron Ser!"
Hearing this, there was silence for a second outside the door. "Are you sure? I seemed to have heard a stranger's voice just now."
... Go away and don't fucking bother me!"
"Okay, Your Majesty."
Hearing Cersei's angry shout, Balon Ser, who knew her temper very well, felt relieved.
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and the vigilant expressions of the three sand snakes also changed.
"You're actually willing to help us?"
Hearing this, Cersei smiled proudly, "I said, we are not enemies."
Obaya was silent for a few seconds, and then slowly spoke, the hostility in her tone lessened a lot. "Maybe... it's not true."
Only Renee still seemed a little unconvinced, muttering, "Father once told us to never trust a Lannister."
Hearing this, Cersei did not immediately refute, but showed a very skilled look of loneliness on her face.
As we all know, she is a very beautiful woman, and Cersei herself knows this very well, and is very good at using this weapon to gain the trust of others.
"Yes, I am indeed a Lannister."
Under the gaze of the Sand Snakes, Cersei spoke slowly, her voice seemingly filled with endless exhaustion. "Not only that, I am also the eldest daughter of Tywin Lannister."
"However, I have never been truly trusted by my father."
As she spoke, the corner of her mouth curled up in a helpless arc, and she mocked herself half-truthfully. "I am smarter than James, and a thousand times more powerful than Tyrion's Tyrion, but he would rather place his hopes on his brother who has lost a hand than let me easily touch authority."
"He never regarded me as an heir, he only regarded me as a tool that could be used to exchange interests, a mare that could be used for marriage at will."
Speaking of this, Cersei's tone actually contained a bit of real resentment.
Bedchamber was quiet for a moment.
"She seems really miserable...
." Sarella, the youngest, muttered in a low voice.
I have to say that Cersei's acting skills are so superb that even the stubborn Brienne couldn't help but sigh, "Alianne is like that too."
"She is the eldest daughter of Dorne, but His Highness Prince Doran refuses to let her inherit the throne. She told me many times that as soon as she becomes the prince, the first thing she will do is to turn Doran's study into a wine cellar!"
As soon as these words came out, Obaya nodded and echoed loudly, "Women should not be treated like this!!!"
"Back then, Princess Name Lia came across the sea from Rhoynar with ten thousand ships and followed the sunset. Her brilliance was so dazzling that it was no worse than any man!"
"Without women, there would be no Dorne!"
"Without women, there would be no Dorne!"
"Without women, there would be no Dorne!"
Under the leadership of Obaya, the other two Sand Snakes also beat their chests and shouted.
Seeing how passionate they suddenly became, Cersei blinked several times.
No, this can also resonate?
My real performance hasn't started yet!
But Cersei quickly reacted - this is an opportunity!
"So you understand my situation?"
She struck while the iron was hot, with a hint of sadness in her tone. "I hate my father, so I am willing to help you."
Hearing this, the three Sand Snakes nodded in unison, looking at Cersei with eyes full of sympathy.
Seeing this, Cersei felt extremely proud, thinking that these women were so easy to deceive.
"Then what do you want to do?" Obaya asked.
Cersei looked at her, a smile slowly appeared on her lips, "You want to save Name Lia, right?"
The three of them nodded in unison.
"But if you are wandering around in the Red Keep like this, let alone rescuing people, you will be caught soon if you encounter the gold cloaks or the Kingsguard."
Hearing what she said, Tyene was immediately unconvinced. "We knocked out that Kingsguard!"
"So what?"
Cersei sneered disdainfully, "Osmun Kettleblack is the most useless of the Kingsguard, and there are not only the Kingsguard, but also hundreds of gold robes guarding the Red Keep."
"No matter how powerful you are, can you kill a hundred people?"
This truth is simple and easy to understand, so Tyene opened her mouth and stopped talking.
"So... ladies."
Cersei lazily leaned against the head of the bed to make herself more comfortable. Her Queen Mother style returned. "You need an internal agent."
"A person who is familiar with the Red Keep and can help you at critical moments."
"For example..." She paused, raised her hand and pointed to herself. "Me."
"I can help you rescue Namei Lia. You can help me... remove some obstacles."
Hearing this, Obaya narrowed her eyes and asked, "Do you want us to do something for you?"
"It's not about doing things for me, it's about cooperation." Cersei corrected.
"So what do we do?" Tyene asked.
"It's very simple." Cersei smiled, looking both charming and dangerous. "Stay with me and be my maid."
"Maid???"
As soon as these words came out, Tyene's voice suddenly rose to a pitch that almost brought down the roof.
Even Obaya Sarella frowned, with a look of displeasure on her face. "This is not okay, the Sand Snake is not a slave."
Seeing their reaction so violently, Cersei cursed "Idiot" in her heart again, but still patiently explained, "I don't really want you to be maids, I just want to find a reason to stay by my side."
"This way you can stay in the Red Keep openly and secretly investigate where Namei Lia is being held, and you can also find opportunities to solve my troubles."
When she finished speaking, the expressions on the faces of the three sand snakes changed, as if they were seriously considering the feasibility of this proposal.
"Then...
After a long time, Obaya asked, "Can we bring weapons?"
Cersei's eyelids twitched wildly. "... can't."
"Why?!" the three of them said in unison, "Because the maids don't carry weapons, and only the Kingsguard and the Golden Robes can carry swords!"
"But what if someone wants to kill us?"
"In the Red Keep, no one dares to kill Queen Mother's people."
"But you just said that there are more than a hundred golden robes outside. What if they want to kill us?"
Listening to the three people's constant questioning, Cersei took a deep breath and forced herself not to curse.
"Anyway!"
She gritted her teeth and said forcefully, "It's okay to carry a weapon, but it must be hidden so that no one can find it!"
The three sand snakes nodded, seeming to reluctantly accept this statement.
But Tyene raised her hand again.
"What happened again?"
Cersei rubbed her eyebrows, as if she felt her temples beating wildly. She had never felt so tired even when she was teaching Joffrey.
"If we become maids, what will Namei Lia do?"
"I will help you save her."
"When?"
"Wait until I find the opportunity."
"But what if she can't wait?"
Question after question made Cersei close her eyes and take a deep breath for a long time before she recovered.
What are these three women thinking about?
"I have an inside job."
She opened her eyes and tried to sound patient, "If your sister's sister makes any threats, he will notify me."
"The spy? Who is it?" Tyene obviously had the desire to ask the question to the end.
How the hell did I know, I just made it up casually!
Cersei's chest heaved, but she also knew that the word "cooperation" alone was not enough to make these women completely trust her.
Her mind was racing, and she actually thought of a name.
"Tybert Husband!" Cersei's eyes lit up and she blurted out immediately.
Then, she lowered her eyes and seemed to be reminded of a painful memory, and said slowly, "He is my father's Captain of the Guard, but his daughter was secretly executed on the order of my father when she was eleven years old."
Hearing this, the three sand snakes nodded thoughtfully.
Cersei looked at their expressions and felt extremely proud of her own reaction.
Yes, Tabor does have a daughter Meera Ya, and she and Cersei were very good friends when they were young.
And Meera Ya was indeed drowned in a well when he was eleven years old, and the person who gave the order was indeed his father, Lord Tywin.
It's just... this is what Cersei asked her father for.
"Then when can we meet this Tybert?" But just when Cersei was feeling proud, Obaya suddenly asked.
As soon as these words came out, Cersei's heart skipped a beat.
See Tybert?
Now?
I haven't had time to instigate rebellion yet!
But her face remained calm as she excused herself. "Tomorrow, it's too late now."
"No." Tyene shook her head and insisted, "We need to see you now."
Cersei's eyelids twitched wildly. "Now? In the middle of the night...
"Didn't you just say that he is yours?"
Sarella tilted his head and questioned legitimately, "Wouldn't calling him over in the middle of the night be more proof that he listens to you?"
Hearing this, Cersei was stunned again.
This statement... seems to make some sense?
And if you refuse now, the trust you just built so hard will collapse in an instant.
Fuck!
It seems that we can only temporarily instigate a rebellion. Anyway, that guy Tybert has no idea that his father did this, and with how much he loves Meera Ya, it shouldn't be difficult to instigate a reaction.
If things don't work out, at worst, these stupid Dornish women will be arrested!
She brainstormed quickly, then turned to look at Osfryd Kettleblack·Kettleblack, who was shivering in the corner.
That guy had been huddled in the corner and wrapped himself in a sheet since the Sand Snake broke in, as if he wanted to get into the cracks in the wall.
Seeing Cersei looking at him now, his body was shaking even more.
Waste.
If it were Jaime, he would have knocked those three Dornish women to the ground by now.
Cersei cursed inwardly, but said nothing.
"Osfryd Kettleblack."
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty?"
"Go and ask Tybert Hesban to come over."
Hearing this, Osfryd Kettleblack's eyes widened. "Now?"
"But... but...
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"Go if you are told, what nonsense are you talking about!"
After hearing Cersei's unquestionable order, Osfryd Kettleblack looked at the three Sand Snakes, then glanced at his unconscious brother on the ground, his lips trembling and speechless.
Seeing his cowardly look, Cersei sighed and comforted her in as gentle a tone as possible, "Don't worry, they won't hurt you, go ahead."
Hearing this, Osfryd Kettleblack swallowed his saliva, stood up shakily, wrapped himself in sheets and moved towards the door.
"Wait!" At this moment, Obaya suddenly spoke.
Osfryd Kettleblack froze in place, his face turned pale.
But Obaya just walked up to him and looked at him for a few times, then grinned. "You're not going to call for reinforcements, are you?"
"Of course not! I will absolutely obey the orders of Queen Mother Your Majesty!"
Under her threat, Osfryd Kettleblack shook his head wildly.
"That's good." Obaya patted his face. "Go ahead."
"Remember, people with strict mouths live longer."
With her permission, Osfryd Kettleblack quickly stumbled out of the door and disappeared at the end of the corridor while crawling.
In the room, Cersei looked at his back and prayed silently in her heart: Don't let anything happen, don't let anything happen...
It's not that she's worried about Osfryd Kettleblack's safety.
What she was worried about was that if this guy couldn't bring Tybert, then the whole set of lies she just made up would be revealed.
Outside Mei Ge Tower, the night breeze was slightly cool.
Osfryd Kettleblack stumbled out of the door wrapped in sheets, almost tripping over the hem of his own clothes.
He stood firm by holding on to the wall, looked back at the majestic tower behind him, and let out a long breath.
Fuck.
Everything that happened tonight was simply more exciting than everything he had experienced in his life combined... After all, although he was a knight, he had never experienced Battle of the Blackwater Rush.
First, he was broken up by three Dornish crazy women while Queen Mother was having fun in bed, and then he saw those women pointing knives and spears at Queen Mother with his own eyes, and then Cersei deceived them into becoming "relatives" with just a few words...
Relatives!
This fucking works too!
Calculating it this way, shouldn't Tywin also be a relative of theirs?
A gust of cold wind hit, Osfryd Kettleblack shivered and wrapped herself in the sheets.
It's too dangerous.
My brother really didn't lie to himself. The Red Fort was really too dangerous.
While he was thinking wildly, he stumbled towards the stairs. The moonlight shone on him, and the silk sheets embroidered with gold threads glowed faintly in the night. Together with his bare feet and messy hair, he looked like a ghost crawling out of the grave.
"Ser Osfry?"
Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded from around the corner.
Osfryd Kettleblack was so frightened that he almost rolled down the stairs.
He turned around suddenly and saw a young man wearing a golden robe and uniform standing in the shadows, looking at him with confusion.
The seven gods bless you... you are one of our own!
But Osfryd Kettleblack looked down at his current state again. It would be too embarrassing if someone spread the news.
"You, you, you..." He pointed at the golden robe, his voice trembling. "Stand there and don't move!"
Jinpaozi was stunned for a moment and subconsciously stopped in place.
Osfryd Kettleblack quickly adjusted the sheets on his body, trying to look decent.
But the sheet was too big, and it looked bloated no matter how much I wrapped it. In the end, he simply threw it over his shoulders and showed a posture of "I should have worn it like this".
"Ahem..." He cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound more dignified, "What's the matter?"
Jinpaozi looked at him, his eyes full of confusion. "Ser Osfry, what are you...
"This is a new cloak!"
Osfryd Kettleblack said without changing his face, "Queen Mother gave it to me. Why, do you have any objections?"
The golden robe shook his head quickly, but he couldn't help but take another look at the exquisite patterns embroidered on the "new cloak".
.. These are clearly fucking sheets.
He groaned inwardly, but wisely didn't ask any further questions.
Although he is not very old, Jinpao knows very well that the less he knows about the things in the Red Keep, the longer he can live.
And...
When he thought of his formality, Jinpao's expression immediately became serious.
He took a few steps forward and reported mysteriously in a lowered voice, "Business" has a big problem! Ser!"
Hearing this, Osfryd Kettleblack was stunned for a moment. "Business? What business?"
"That's... that's it."
Jinpaozi looked around and lowered his voice. "It's the business of catching children.
As soon as these words came out, Osfryd Kettleblack's mind finally turned around and he quickly asked, "What's the problem?"
Jinpaozi's lips trembled. "Tonight, my gang was arresting the boy in Flea Bottom, but... they arrested the wrong person."
"Wrong arrest?"
Hearing what he said, Osfryd Kettleblack immediately frowned in confusion. "Didn't you catch the boy?"
"Girls can do it too. Even if the selling price is lower, just catch two!"
Hearing this, Jinpaozi swallowed. "No, no... they didn't catch the child, they caught him.
"Tyrion Lannister!"
As soon as these words came out, Osfryd Kettleblack felt like something exploded in his head.
Tyrion Lannister?
That Tyrion?
Caught by their people?
"What the hell did you say?!"
His voice suddenly rose, and it was particularly harsh in the night sky. "Tyrion Lannister???"
"That's... Tyrion Lannister!!!"
Jinpaozi was startled by him and nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, that's the one!"
"The group of people who were working were originally going to arrest a little boy, but they saw him peeing in the alley..
"You know, it's so dark at night, and that guy looks like a five or six-year-old child..."
Listening to Jinpaozi's report, Osfryd Kettleblack opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.
He felt that his brain was no longer used.
What the fuck is going on tonight?
First it was the Dornish assassin, then Queen Mother tricked the assassin, and now her brother was captured by her own men?
What kind of bloody plot is this!
"Where are the people?"
He finally regained some sense and asked, "Where is he now?"
"Keep him at the place where he usually transits."
Jinpaozi did not dare to neglect and reported quickly, "After the responsible person was sent to the police, it was discovered that the wrong person was arrested. They did not dare to deal with it, so they asked me to ask you to come over and make a decision."
As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at the "new style cloak" on Osfryd Kettleblack. A warm and ambiguous look flashed in his eyes, obviously he was conjuring up some unhealthy pictures.
But Osfryd Kettleblack had no time to pay attention to this guy, his mind was spinning rapidly.
Queen Mother is still waiting for him in Bedchamber to call Tybert Hesban.
But now, something big happened in the "business" side!
Although that damn Tyrion is still a suspect in killing King Joffrey, after all, he is the Prime Minister's son, with the surname of Lannister!
If this matter is not handled well, everyone will be doomed!
Fuck!
What the hell is this?
Osfryd Kettleblack gritted his teeth and made a decision immediately.
He looked at the golden robe, took a deep breath and ordered, "You go to Tybert Hesban Ser now, immediately."
Jinpaozi was stunned. "Tybert Ser? But...
"Go as quickly as you are told!"
Osfryd Kettleblack interrupted him without any reason, "Just say Queen Mother is looking for him for something urgent!"
Seeing that his expression was serious and didn't look like he was joking, Jinpao nodded, turned around and left.
Osfryd Kettleblack was left standing there, with the sheets wrapped tightly around him exhaling a long breath.
Tyrion Lannister...
He shook his head and stumbled down the stairs.
The night wind blew by, and the hem of the bed sheets fluttered in the moonlight. Together with his staggering steps, he looked like a giant moth fluttering in the night.
God bless you, don't let anything happen.
The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. Osfryd Kettleblack quickened his pace. The silk sheets embroidered with gold threads rustled in the night wind and soon disappeared into the depths of the night.