The person who came in was a short and thin old man, in his early sixties, with a bald head and only a few tufts of gray hair above his ears.
The whole person looked extremely vulgar.
Aemon·Frey.
The second son of Lord Walder, uncle of Lyman, and theoretically... the legal lord of Riverrun.
The old guy glanced around the tent and immediately saw Sansa's dazzling red hair.
After all, both his outstanding appearance and temperament are completely incompatible with the Frey family.
"Stark..." Aemon Frey's eyes narrowed, and a gloomy smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"I remember, the last time Stark showed up at the Frey family banquet, no one walked out alive."
He mercilessly revealed Sansa's inner scars in front of everyone, and the quality he displayed was truly "Frey".
The originally noisy sounds in the tent suddenly dropped.
Several young Frey family members who were making fists put down their wine glasses with amusement on their faces.
Black Hand Mafia The knights also stopped talking, holding their palms on the hilts of their swords and glaring at him.
Only Randyll Tarly continued to cut his beef calmly, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Aemon Frey seemed very satisfied with the effect he had caused. He walked into the center of the tent extremely proudly and said to himself as he walked, "I heard that the Iron Throne sent reinforcements. I was quite happy at first, thinking that someone finally came to help us clean up the black fish."
"But guess what I saw?"
"A woman from the Stark family is sitting arrogantly in the Frey family's tent, trying to get involved in my Riverrun!
He almost yelled the last few words, and he seemed extremely excited.
"Watch your words, uncle. Lady Sansa is here with Lord Tully as Emissary...
", Seeing this, Lyman Frey was about to explain, but Aemon didn't give him a chance to speak at all. He waved his hands and shouted: "I knew it! I knew it!"
"You're here to help him! You're here to help this Tully bastard take back Riverrun!"
"Get out of here, get out of here!"
"The Frey family will never welcome any Stark to step into the riverlands. Riverrun is mine, mine!!!"
The more he talked, the more excited he became, and a fine layer of oily sweat oozed out from his bald head, giving it a sickening sheen under the candlelight.
"Unless...
However, suddenly, the old man turned around to face Sansa as if having a seizure, with a twisted and obscene smile on his lips.
"Send this bitch to my bed.
Damn idiot!
As soon as these words came out, Lyman's heart suddenly sank.
However, before he could reprimand him, the Black-armored Knights standing behind Sansa suddenly took a step forward, holding Great Hammer on the ground with a "duang~~~" sound in his hand.
The hammer was extremely heavy, and even the ground was shaking slightly.
Even though the knight's visor was not lifted, the gaze revealed through the gaps in the armor was enough to make everyone present feel an inexplicable chill.
However, just as he was about to move forward, a slender hand came up and gently pressed on the knight's arm armor.
The knight was stunned and looked back, only to see Sansa Stark slowly shaking her head.
There was no anger of humiliation or offense on her face, and her blue eyes were very calm, as if the dirty words she just said didn't matter at all.
After all, this level was just a small scene when Joffrey was alive.
Seeing this, the knight had no choice but to retreat and return to his position.
But some people don't intend to let it go.
As the Minister of Justice, even though he was tricked by Corleone, Randyll Tarly still could not accept this kind of insult to a noble woman in person.
He threw away the knife in his hand, then raised his head to look at Aemon Frey, and said coldly, "The bitch you are talking about is the fiancée of Mr. Acting Hand of the King Vito·Corleone."
"Based on your words and actions just now, I can take it as a blatant insult to the Iron Throne by the Frey family."
"Apologise immediately."
He scolded loudly, "Otherwise, you will stand at the judgment seat in King's Landing next time we meet."
As soon as these words came out, Aemon Frey's face suddenly turned blue and white.
As the absolute main force in the siege of Riverrun City, he has nearly a thousand soldiers under his command!
He never thought that the damn Minister of Justice would deny him face like this for a Stark girl in front of so many people!
I am the legal lord of Riverrun!
But even though he was so angry that he almost exploded, Aemon still didn't dare to have an attack.
Because he is not like a young man who is confused. He had already heard about Randyll Tully during the Baratheon uprising war.
That's a tough guy who can defeat Robert Baratheon head-on on the battlefield!
Even if he had a hundred courages, he wouldn't dare to fall out with Landao in public.
However, if he had to bow his head and admit his mistake in front of everyone, where would Aemon Frey put his face?
He is the second son of Old Walder. He has lived in the shadow of his elder brother all his life. He finally waited until Red Wedding to get the title of Lord of Riverrun... Although the castle has not been conquered yet.
But Aemon has long thought that he is not what he used to be.
So, he turned to another goal.
Huh, don't dare to steel blue road Tully, can't I still be disgusting and disgusting to you?
"Lyman!"
In front of everyone, Aemon Frey pointed at his nephew and shouted unreasonably, "You rip-off guy, I told you to hang this Tully boy long ago, but you just didn't listen, and now you let him sit and eat with this bitch... Stark!"
"You are clearly colluding with outsiders to plot against me!"
"Huh??" Hearing this, Lyman Frey was stunned by the sudden accusation. He even forgot to drink the wine, which dripped down his chin.
"You think I don't know what you're thinking?"
While Lyman looked confused, Aemon spoke more and more vigorously, with spittle flying everywhere. "You are just anxious to return to Li Hecheng, hoping that your grandfather will die soon so that you can inherit his position as marquis!"
"In order to achieve your goal, you even did not hesitate to collude with Stark and Tully and give away my Riverrun, right?"
He spoke so furiously that the last few words were almost squeezed out through clenched teeth.
At this time, even the Freys in the tent were completely quiet, waiting with great excitement to see how Lyman would respond.
This kind of plot between the second son and the eldest grandson of the family is much more interesting than the siege!
At this time, Lyman Frey slowly stood up and glared at his uncle.
After all, as Walder Frey's first-in-line heir, he was scolded by his uncle in front of so many people, and he finally couldn't bear it.
Lyman was tall and tall. At this moment, he was glaring condescendingly at Aemon, who was a whole head shorter than him. After he stood up, Aemon was almost completely enveloped in his shadow.
"It's the Duke, uncle!"
He said with unabashed ridicule, "We have almost taken over the entire Riverlands now, and my grandfather is now the Duke of Lihe City and the Governor of the Riverlands."
"When he dies... Of course, I hope the gods will bless him with good health and a long life, but as soon as my grandfather dies, I will inherit it all!"
Having said this, he paused deliberately.
Then he looked Aemon up and down, with a smile full of contempt on his lips, "And you... it's enough for you to guard Riverrun for me and be a good Earl."
This is too harsh.
The implication is clear... You, a second son, even ranked behind me in terms of inheritance rights, what qualifications do you have to point fingers at your future duke here?
What you have now is a gift from my father. When I become the master, you'd better position yourself in the right place.
As soon as he said these words, Aemon Frey seemed to feel the gloating glare of others around him, and his whole body began to tremble violently.
He looked at his nephew in disbelief, his eyes widening.
I am your uncle!
When Lyman was still wearing crotchless pants, he was already patrolling the suspension bridge in Lihe City with his father!
And now, this boy with no hair on his head actually dares to publicly humiliate him in front of so many people!
Aemon, who has a cowardly personality, only feels that he is extremely aggrieved. It seems that he has never really lost his temper with anyone in his life.
But today, he felt that he should be tougher.
"I will defend Riverrun for you, Lyman!"
Aemon Frey gritted his teeth and said coldly, "But the premise is...
... You have to give it to me!"
He turned around suddenly and pointed at Edmure Tully, who had been silent in the corner.
"Hang him!"
"Hang him now! Let the black fish on the wall watch with his own eyes as his nephew dies below the city!"
"Only in this way will the idiots in the city know how powerful the Frey family is. At the same time, it will prove that you have not betrayed the family and my uncle, and let everyone see that you are still a member of the Frey family!"
His voice echoed in the tent, sounding extremely crazy and paranoid.
"No?" Edmure looked confused.
How could the matter between you two uncles and nephews be related to me?
Facing Aemon's forced uterus, Lyman Frey glanced at this stupid and stubborn uncle with great disgust, and seemed to be in a dilemma.
First of all, he did not want to offend Randyll Tarly. After all, the attitude of the Minister of Justice had already shown that he did not want to execute Edmure Tully. Perhaps he planned to use him to negotiate with the defenders in the city.
But he didn't want to be labeled as "colluding with outsiders" in front of so many Frey family members, especially when Aemon had already said that.
At this moment of stalemate, a calm voice broke the dead silence in the tent.
"Aemon-sama."
Hearing this, everyone turned their heads.
I saw Sansa Stark standing up slowly and elegantly, the hem of her dark blue robe gently swinging in the candlelight, and even a faint smile on her face.
It seemed that Aemon's insults to him and his unreasonable demand to execute Edmure had nothing to do with him.
In everyone's surprised eyes, a Stark walked calmly to the middle under the gaze of Freys, his posture impeccable and dignified.
"You seem to have made a mistake."
"I'm not here to collude with someone to get something back for my Uncle."
Sansa's tone was even very calm and determined. "I... are here to help the Frey family take Riverrun!"
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the tent.
Aemon Frey even had a sarcastic sneer on his lips, and asked sharply, "Help us? Why do you help us?"
"Your mother Kay died in the hall of River Lee City, and your brother Robb Stark, the King of the North, was shot to death by random arrows from our people!"
"There is a blood feud between the Freys and the Starks! And now you come here to tell me that you want to help the Freys? Do you think I am an idiot?"
Every word he said was true.
Those bloody hatreds were brought out directly by him at this moment, nakedly placed in front of everyone.
However, listening to Aemon talking about the tragic experience of her mother and brother, Sansa just quietly let him finish his words, and even Lian Shang's smile did not fade away.
Then, she spoke slowly again, "My mother and brother died in the war. Death in war always belongs only to losers."
Sansa paused for a moment, and her blue eyes seemed to flicker in the candlelight, like the cold stars on a winter night. "The Stark family has failed... but I am still alive."
As she spoke, Sansa held her neck high, and her light slowly swept over everyone present, and finally fell on Aemon Frey.
The smile still hung on the corner of her mouth, gentle, dignified, and impeccable.
"I am about to marry the Prime Minister Vito·Corleone. As a wife, my duty is to protect his interests!"
"And Lord Corleone's interest is to return Riverrun to the rule of the Iron Throne as soon as possible, no matter how it is ruled or who rules it."
"This is why I sit here today with sincerity."
When she spoke, her eyes were calm and her expression was sincere, and every word seemed to come from her heart.
Even some members of the Frey family nodded involuntarily.
Only Randyll Tarly, whose face was as dark as water, raised his glass and glanced thoughtfully at the Stark girl.
Then, with everyone watching, Sansa turned to Edmure Tully and held out a hand in a gesture of invitation.
"Are you right, Uncle?" she asked softly, her smile under the candlelight was amazingly beautiful.
But in Edmure's eyes, that smile sent a chill down his back.
He clearly saw an almost cruel cunning hidden deep in the corners of her eyes!
Edmure Tully felt his head buzzing.
The words Sansa had said in his ear before were echoing in his mind like a ghost.
"As long as Aemon Frey dies, Riverrun will still be yours. You will still be the Duke of Riverrun."
He didn't react at the time and thought the niece was just saying something casually to comfort him.
But now Edmure somewhat understood.
Although he didn't know Sansa's plan, Edmure felt an inexplicable fear.
This was the first time he realized so clearly that the girl in front of him was no longer the innocent daughter in his sister's letter, she was now the fiancée of the Hand of the King.
Perhaps in the maelstrom of King's Landing, she has learned how to use a gentle smile as a weapon and a dignified posture as a shield.
At this moment, she was looking at herself with those eyes, gentle and cold.
He couldn't bear the look, so he took a deep breath and stood up.
"Yes!"
"I agreed."
"I will personally go to the city walls to convince my uncle Brynden to surrender and Riverrun... to hand over peace to House Frey."
Hearing this, the tent was once again in an uproar.
The Freys were whispering to each other, and their eyes were filled with joy. They didn't expect that things would go so smoothly.
Lyman Frey breathed a sigh of relief. Anyway, this hot potato is finally out of the way.
Even Aemon Frey was stunned for a moment, then a triumphant smile appeared on his face.
He took it for granted that this was due to his outburst just now. It was his impassioned speech and scolding Lyman in public that made the little girl of the Stark family feel the pressure and had no choice but to propose a surrender.
"You're wise, Stark." He snorted coldly.
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the tent door, intending to go back and quickly handle the matter of taking over Riverrun.
But suddenly he stopped, as if remembering something, he turned back to Lyman and added sullenly, "You have to take good care of yourself, nephew."
"The Iron Throne didn't send you many people. Who knows how many assassins are thinking about you. If you disappear one day, then the Governor of the Riverlands and the Duke of the Twins...
"I still have two sons." Lyman replied not to be outdone, "Don't forget, my father is the eldest son of the Frey family, you... hehe."
Hearing this, Aemon glared at his nephew unwillingly. "You are really capable of giving birth."
After saying that, he left directly.
The tent was silent for about two breaths.
"This damn old fool!"
Then without warning, Lyman Frey suddenly grabbed the wine glass at hand and smashed it on the ground.
Bang!!
No one dared to speak.
The Frey family members shrank their necks and wished they could bury their heads in their crotches. Only Edwyn Frey lowered his head and twitched the corners of his mouth slightly.
He seemed to be thinking about something in his mind.
In the corner of the long table, Sansa Stark picked up the almost untouched cup of Ale in front of her, raised her head slightly and took a sip. Her eyes scanned the various reactions of everyone, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised an imperceptible arc.
Everything is as you expected.
my future husband.