Chapter 130 Aftermath

The welcome banquet held in Highgarden Castle was very grand, and the people attending the banquet included the direct line, collateral lines, retainers of the Tyrell family, as well as lords and nobles from nearby, etc.

During the banquet, singers and jesters took turns performing, the steps were similar to those at the Red Castle dinner.

But unlike the banquet at the Red Castle, there were not that many people here. Each of the participants was full of etiquette and etiquette. The overall environment and atmosphere seemed elegant and peaceful, soothing the nerves and relaxing unconsciously.

As the protagonist of the banquet, people around him would always turn their attention to him. Renly felt a little uncomfortable with this, but he had seen many storms and waves, and even killed two kings. He could still deal with it normally, and his every move was consistent. He didn't show the slightest trace of panic, but rather had an aristocratic demeanor that was not appropriate for his age, which surprised many people who were observing openly or covertly.

However, this kind of surprise basically did not exceed normal emotions. Renly's disguise since he was a baby made Renly very good at controlling his own performance and not arousing excessive suspicion from those around him.

There were many participants at the party, but only a few deserved attention.

The heir to this castle, Willas Tyrell, is a gentle and intelligent teenage boy. His mother, who was born in the Hightower family in Old Town, has a beautiful face and dignified and elegant temperament.

And his younger brother, Garland Tyrell, has the unique naughty and restless nature of a child, as well as an endearing simplicity.

In addition, the direct descendants of the Tyrell family include the two babies, Loras and Margaery, but these two are currently too young and have nothing worthy of attention.

Of course, Renly did not ignore the most respected member of the Tyrell family, the mother of the Duke of Mace, the widow of the former old Duke, and his future "adoptive mother", Olenna Redwyne.

It was a thin, short old lady in a green robe, sitting at the head of the table, and her every move seemed crisp and clean. However, under the candlelight of the dining table, her sparse teeth were particularly obvious when she spoke.

"Your grandfather was a good man, and he married a Targaryen."

When Renly came up to greet her, she said politely: "As a matter of fact, they wanted me to marry a Targaryen. How many years ago was that? I can't remember clearly, and it doesn't matter. , All in all, my kids had a great time in High Court.”

Obviously she had no intention of saying anything more to her adopted son. Renly also said hello sensibly and did not stop to disturb him. Therefore, he did not hear the conversation that took place next.

"Do you understand?" As the black-haired boy blended into the group of grandsons and playmates in the hall, the thin old lady turned her head and looked at her son standing behind her.

"What do you mean, Mother?" The tall Duke of Metz was stunned when he heard this.

"I mean, his grandfather and I were from the same era, you idiot!"

The old lady said bitterly: "What do you think would make a five- or six-year-old child become my adopted son? Without my knowledge, you would give yourself a younger brother who is younger than your son?"

"This -" His Excellency the Duke wanted to say that he was about the same age as Robert. What else could Robert's brother be if he wasn't his adopted brother? But he knew how difficult his mother was, so he simply said nothing.

It's a pity that the other party has no intention of letting him go.

"I'm really curious about what your dead, demented father would think after knowing this." The old man rubbed his cheek and said. The previous words seemed to involve her few remaining rotten teeth, which made her expression become more and more dissatisfied.

"It doesn't matter, mother..." The Duke of Metz noticed something was wrong, so he quickly answered cautiously.

"It's really nothing important." The old man's cheerful reply made the Duke speechless, but the words that followed made him feel the pressure again.

"Where's Jenna? She's just a stupid, fat little hen, and you actually want her to be the queen of the Seven Kingdoms?"

"I thought this might...maybe be able to reverse our family's previous decline. You know, mother, if we-"

"How could that deer ignore the lions that support him and come to get close to our group of thorny roses? Do you think he is an idiot like you?" The old man interrupted his son unceremoniously.

"I'm not an idiot, mother. I almost succeeded, if I hadn't—"

"If you're not an idiot, what are you?"

"I am your son, mother!"

The Duke replied with a dissatisfied tone, emphasizing the word son.

"What I hate the most is your words."

The old man replied with a toothache: "Because it makes me wonder if I accidentally broke my stomach when I was drunk? Otherwise, how could I have given birth to a demented son like you?"

The Duke was unable to answer this question, and he obviously had no intention of contradicting the old mother. After hearing this, he just sighed, turned around and prepared to leave, out of sight and out of mind.

Seeing this, the old man suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked with a serious expression: "Now look, everything you did in King's Landing has been spread. What do you think the Green Apple family will think?"

"They are more or less just a wealthy knight family. As long as I give them some comfort, what else can they think?" the Duke of Metz replied disapprovingly.

"Like comforting a dog?"

The old man asked harshly: "What will the lords think of you treating them like a dog? No, a pack of dogs?"

"How can this be called a joke? Well, although it is indeed true, isn't it true that Jenna has not become the queen? The engagement is still valid. I don't think this will have any impact." The Duke replied.

"You have to know that dogs can bite when they are anxious." The old man said with a sneer.

"Then what do you think we should do?"

The Duke of Metz said with some dissatisfaction: "You asked me to apologize?"

The old man did not answer the question, but suddenly changed the subject: "You wrote back before and said that someone took advantage of you?"

"Yes," said the Duke of Metz, "otherwise I wouldn't have had that thought."

Apparently he was already looking for ways to excuse his behavior.

"Who is it? Have you found it?"

"This..." The Duke looked hesitant. At first, he was mainly focused on how to "attack" Robert, but he didn't pay much attention to this matter.

"We were short of manpower, and there were too many people in King's Landing at that time, so—"

"You just need to answer whether I found it or not." The old lady rubbed her cheek and said, "Do you think I just like hearing your excuses?"

"No."

The Duke of Metz immediately replied: "There are no clues."

"Very good. I've been fooled for so long. I haven't even figured out who was fooled."

The old man said, looking at the black-haired boy who was chatting and laughing with his grandson at the banquet, and sighed: "Not to mention the reputation of not being trustworthy and not respecting the vassals, I also attracted the attention of the lion. What's your harvest, a little Baratheon kid? What good can he do besides giving me toothache? Did you bring him here to piss me off?"

"That's proof enough that Robert—"

"What do you think we rely on for being the defeated party but not losing much benefit? That deer's favor?"

"It's better than nothing..." the Duke argued with embarrassment.

"That's true." The old lady nodded in agreement, making Mace Tyrell, his son, speechless and choked again, but the next words that came into his ears made him look solemn.

"What does it mean that a Lannister must pay its debts?" the old man asked pointedly. Apparently she was referring to the deterioration in the relationship between the Tyrells and the Lannisters during this incident.

"How can we be afraid of them?" The Duke of the Reach replied righteously.

"If there are no accidents, the next generation of kings will have half the blood of lions in their bodies, and our good neighbor to the east has now become the Stannis who has been surrounded by you for nearly a year." The old man reminded him: " What are you going to do about it? Do nothing and then wait and see if these small problems turn into big problems?”

The Duke of Metz did not speak, as if he did not think much about these things. The old man sighed and said: "Can't find who it is? Very good, the sea monster seems to be quite honest recently. This is not possible. Take it out for me." ”

"Mother, you mean the Iron Islands?"

The Duke of Mace was stunned when he heard this: "What does this have to do with us and the Lannister?"

"Use your brain, my dear son."

The old man sighed and said: "What good will it do you to make me mad?"

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