Throne Room's door was pushed open and hit the stone wall with a loud noise, which made the crow perched on the window sill flutter into the air.
Everyone turned around and saw Queen Mother standing at the door.
She was wearing a dark red velvet dress, her long blond hair had obviously been carefully taken care of, and she had delicate makeup on her face.
But if you look closely, you can see that her face looks very bad.
Pretty bad.
Under that layer of delicate makeup, there were obvious blue-black spots under the eye sockets, which were the marks left by a long night of sleeplessness.
In fact, she barely slept last night...
Osney·Kettleblack I don't know what I took, but the effect of the drug was so strong that Cersei once thought that the young and strong knight would break her apart.
Although for Cersei, who is at a wolf-like age, it tastes really good, so good that she thinks several times that she has returned to the years when she was with Jaime.
But the price is... Osney couldn't hold on until dawn.
Although she didn't have much of an impression at first, Cersei remembered the rest of the story very clearly.
Around three or four o'clock in the morning, Osney suddenly let out a strange groan, and then his whole body went limp and became motionless.
Fortunately, Adam Malbrand was very nimble, as if he had expected this, he dragged Osney away from the woods in three strokes, and then escorted himself back to the Red Keep.
However, before Cersei had time to catch up on her sleep, or even have time to think about what happened before she passed out last night, Tyene came to inform her that Throne Room had convened a royal meeting.
Instinctively predicting something bad, Cersei immediately ordered her maids to bring her the most gorgeous dress and come fully dressed.
Who would have thought that as soon as he arrived at the door, he would hear his father make the decision to go to Baylor Great Sept to repent for three months under the supervision of the Silent Sisters.
What a joke!
"This is a meaningless imperial meeting!"
Cersei's sharp voice echoed in Throne Room, causing the glass windows to vibrate slightly.
She strode in, her shoes making a hasty sound on the stone slabs, and she held her neck high as if to declare war on everyone present.
The hem of her skirt trailed behind her, and the silk made a subtle rustling sound as it rubbed against the stone slabs.
"Because this meeting is missing one of the most important people... that is me, the Queen Regent of the Seven Great the Seven Kingdoms!"
As Cersei strode forward, the dark-skinned maid behind her also trotted to catch up.
"Queen Mother Your Majesty, please slow down...
There was a hint of helplessness in Triene's voice, and she was so out of breath chasing after her that one of her shoes even slipped away.
However, Cersei ignored her at all and continued to stride forward, her eyes locked on Tywin, and her lips moved. "If you plan to judge Queen Regent, then I...
But she hasn't finished speaking yet...
Stab-
Behind her, Tyene quickened her pace and tried to catch up, but her foot "accidentally" stepped on Cersei's skirt that was dragging on the ground.
A crisp sound of tearing fabric was particularly harsh in the empty Throne Room.
Cersei's body leaned forward suddenly, and she waved her arms to try to maintain balance. The expression on her face changed from anger to horror in an instant.
"Ah!!"
Then...
Bang!
Under everyone's gaze, Queen Mother's face was firmly slapped on the stone floor.
The sound was dull and loud, like someone throwing a bag of flour from a high place.
Cersei lay on the ground with her limbs spread out, her crimson velvet skirt spread out around her like a huge flower, and her golden hair spread all over the floor.
Throne Room suddenly became extremely quiet.
The expressions on everyone's faces froze. Pycelle, who was pretending to be asleep, stopped snoring suddenly. His eyes suddenly opened and then closed quickly.
The dead eunuch Varys had a smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Even Olenna couldn't help but tremble. Obviously, she didn't expect to see such an interesting scene in Throne Room.
Only Corleone looked at Tyene, who was standing behind Cersei with an innocent look on her face, holding a torn piece of crimson velvet in her hand.
Corleone is very sure that this woman definitely did it on purpose.
After all, although this Sand Snake from Dorne inherited Oberyn's impulsive and reckless genes, he also inherited the rottenness in his bones.
Even such a trivial matter has to be done to embarrass Cersei. Obviously, they will not stop until the Lannister family is ruined.
At this time, Cersei was lying on the stone floor, her whole body like a butterfly that had been slapped flat.
Fortunately, the skirt was long enough. Although the hem of the skirt was broken by stepping on it, the petticoat inside was intact and did not reveal anything that shouldn't be exposed... even if it was looked at all over by the golden robes last night.
It's just that this fall was too real. The majesty she had carefully put on as Queen Mother was shattered at this moment, and not even the scum was left.
Cersei climbed up slowly while holding on to the ground. Her palms were scratched and there was a trace of blood. Her knees were in severe pain, but she gritted her teeth and remained silent.
At this time, Triene seemed to finally react, and she quickly stepped forward and pretended to help. "I'm sorry Your Majesty, I didn't mean it...
"Shut up!"
Cersei made an annoyed sound through her teeth. She didn't even bother to look back at Tyene. She just reached out and pulled the broken skirt from her hand and threw it to the ground.
The crimson velvet looked like a pool of coagulated blood.
He stood up, his long blond hair was draped loosely over his shoulders, half of the makeup on his face was gone, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
But she just took a deep breath, straightened her chest, raised her hands, and slowly put her scattered hair behind her ears, trying to restore her dignity.
After doing all this, she looked at everyone at the long table again.
"I am Queen Regent from the Seven Kingdoms!"
She repeated, there was even a hint of arrogance in her voice, but after experiencing the scene just now, it really didn't arouse much awe.
But Cersei didn't care about that. She just raised her neck and looked up at Tywin, speaking every word, her tone full of threats. "No one can judge me, not even the Prime Minister..."
As soon as these words came out, strange expressions suddenly appeared on the faces of everyone in the imperial meeting.
How to say...
Although Cersei constantly emphasizes that she is Queen Regent, everyone knows that the authenticity of this title is not worthy of scrutiny.
When Robert died and Joffrey succeeded to the throne, Cersei gave herself the title "Queen Regent".
No one objected at that time, because opposition was meaningless. Joffrey was the king, and she was the king's mother. She said she was the regent, and that was the regent.
But since Tywin led his troops into King's Landing, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the title "Queen Regent" has become nothing more than an empty shell.
Even Cersei probably knows...
... She just doesn't want to admit it.
Because once admitted, it is equivalent to losing power.
But now, Cersei continues to emphasize such an empty title in front of everyone, and threatens that even the Prime Minister cannot judge her...
This is almost equivalent to falling out with his father in public, and even challenging Tywin's authority.
And how serious are the consequences of doing so?
Let's put it this way, even Pycelle's eyelids, who had been pretending to sleep, were trembling slightly, and he almost couldn't help but jump up from his seat and cover Cersei's mouth.
After all, in his opinion, anyone who humiliates Tywin Lannister in public will not end well, and even "Mad King" Aerys is no exception.
Oh, right.
Except for a certain Farmer from the Riverlands.
"Queen Mother Your Majesty."
In this extremely depressing atmosphere, Kevan, the most disciplined member of the Lannister family, had to be the first to speak.
"In view of your... behavior last night, the Royal Council has made a fair decision on this, and it cannot be revoked even if you are Queen Regent."
Kevan had a straight face and a very stiff tone.
After all, as the Seven Kingdoms's Minister of Justice, he really couldn't understand why Cersei could be so arrogant and domineering after making a mistake.
But then again, his niece has not been very... rational since she was a child, but she didn't expect that she would make such a big mistake this time.
But then again...
Compared with her extremely stupid eldest son, Cersei's tricks are not too outrageous, at least not enough to provoke a protracted war.
Tired.
Shaking his head and sighing, Kevan looked directly at Cersei and said seriously, "Rules are rules, no matter who they are."
"Please forgive me for talking...Your Majesty."
At this time, Varys, who had been silent for a long time, also tried to persuade him, "Lord Kevan actually means no harm. We just hope that you can... rest for a while."
"The silent sisters of Sept are the ones who know how to keep secrets best in the Seven Kingdoms. As long as you live in Baelor Great Sept for a while, everything will return to its original state. No one will remember that this happened."
Wallis always had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were full of sincerity and concern.
"Shut up, damn eunuch!"
However, Cersei had no intention of accepting his "kindness", and she twitched the corner of her mouth with a mocking smile, "You guys sat here and made a decision, and then informed me that this was the "decision of the Royal Council"?"
"I don't accept it!"
"What is a royal meeting without Queen Regent and the king present?"
"I asked that Tommen be informed here...
"And tell the king that his mother is a slut?"
Seeing that Cersei was getting more and more proud as she spoke, Olenna abruptly picked up the conversation and interrupted her.
Her voice was still as gentle as a kind old woman, but every word was like a knife coated with honey, and she kept chattering. "With all due respect, even my demented son of the Duke of Highgarden cannot do such a stupid thing as being caught red-handed having an affair, and then standing confidently in the Royal Council and telling his father, the Prime Minister, that no one can judge me."
"If he dares to do this, then I will definitely strangle him to death with the umbilical cord when the baby is born!"
As soon as these words came out, even Corleone couldn't help but secretly admire him.
When it comes to the skill of attacking people, the Queen of Thorns in Highgarden is definitely at v5 or even higher. This strange introduction is equivalent to stabbing Tywin directly in the heart, and then pouring high-concentration spirits on it.
Even Cersei, who has always been outspoken, was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red, as if someone had ignited the flames of the seven hells on her face!
Her lips were trembling, her chest was rising and falling violently, and her green eyes were filled with anger that was almost overflowing.
"You... you old bitch...
"Enough!"
Just when Cersei was about to curse, Tywin's voice exploded in Throne Room.
Everyone fell silent at the same time, and Cersei was also shocked, turning her head to look at her father anxiously.
I saw the Prime Minister standing up from the chair at some point. His tall stature was enough to give everyone present a strong sense of oppression.
"You are Queen Mother from the Seven Kingdoms, there is no doubt about it."
The same green eyes as Cersei stared at her, extremely cold. "But because of this, you should shoulder the responsibility of Queen Mother."
"Queen Mother can be crazy, can be unloved by others, and can even offend many people regardless of his words and deeds...
"But Queen Mother can't be a slut!"
As soon as these words came out, Cersei's eyes suddenly widened, she couldn't believe that her father would evaluate her like this.
Although her skirt was torn at this moment and hung loosely on her shoulders, she looked more like a shrew than a slut.
"I'm a widow!"
In just a moment, Cersei screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice extremely harsh. "I am free to be with whom I want!
This is the law! It is the teachings of the Seven Gods!"
"Why are you pretentious guys sitting here discussing my "crime"?"
Cersei glanced at everyone at the long table and accused with extremely vicious eyes. "When Robert was alive, that pig was unscrupulously visiting prostitutes in brothels, got drunk at banquets, and embarrassed his queen in front of all the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms!"
"He has slept with more women than you have ever seen, and he has not killed all his illegitimate children until now!"
"But who of you dared to accuse him face to face, who discussed his crimes at the Imperial Council, and who asked him to go to Sept to confess!"
"And you!"
As if she was still not satisfied, Cersei turned to Olenna and cursed fiercely, "You old bitch, do you dare to swear to the Seven Gods that your husband has not slept with anyone else since his death?"
"I bet there are more young knights who have passed through your withered... than I have!"
As soon as these words came out, Olenna, who had always had a calm face, immediately turned gloomy and stared at Cersei coldly, as if she was considering when to send her to see Joffrey.
"Shut up!"
Fortunately, Tywin stopped his crazy daughter from continuing in time.
He looked at Cersei, his eyes revealing a kind of disgust that was deep in his bones, worn out by time and disappointment, and then his own light stayed on Olenna's face for a moment.
Of course, Tywin knew that the old woman's words just now were trying to sow discord, but he didn't say anything. After all, Cersei's current behavior really disappointed him, and even made him hopeless.
"King Robert is indeed a drunkard, and is even keen on whoring, but the king's power comes from the Seven Gods, and no one can judge the king!"
His voice became colder and harder. "And you are Queen Mother. Your power comes from your son and your surname!"
"You're a Lannister, you're my daughter, you're in my blood, you bear my last name, but...
"You bore me!"
As soon as these words came out, Cersei's face instantly turned pale.
Her lips trembled as if she had been slapped, but no sound came out.
But Tywin didn't look at her again.
He just turned around to face the long table and spoke in a deep voice to everyone in the imperial meeting.
"Starting tomorrow, Queen Mother will no longer serve as regent and will go to Baelor Great Sept to repent under the supervision of the Silent Sisters."
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.. Six months!"
Tywin's voice returned to its usual calmness and majesty, like a king reading out the verdict, and adding the previous three-month "sentence" to six months.
Maybe even he thought that his daughter really needed some severe punishment to restrain her increasingly unbridled and crazy temperament.
Hearing this, Cersei finally broke out. "No!"
She rushed forward two steps, put her hands on the long table and glared at Tywin: "You can't do this!"
"The regent is appointed by the king. No one can take away my power without the king's order! Tommen will never do it.
"The king will sign the official order."
Tywin interrupted her, his voice low but blocking out all Cersei's words.
"Just after the meeting."