Chapter 294 Preference

Understanding the importance of the regency, the ministers changed their expressions and had different ideas.

Otto raised his head in surprise and narrowed his eyes imperceptibly.

Jaspi and Melos shuddered, constrained by the reprimand they had just received, they did not dare to speak out.

Except for the opposition of Prime Minister Leonor, Lin Man stood up with difficulty and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, you are in your prime. Promoting regency prematurely is not conducive to the stability of the kingdom."

A king cannot live without his master for one day, and heaven cannot exist for two days.

The position of regent has been established by kings in every dynasty, but it was always when the king was still young or in poor health.

Viserys possesses neither of these factors.

Therefore, Linman believed that he should not rashly appoint a regent and divide the king's orthodox rights.

The words of the two ministers were sharp. Viserys opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

It was the first time in my career that I was rejected so bluntly.

Looking around the ministers, Viserys frowned slightly, but his thoughts became more determined.

The eldest son is wiser than him and can give him more favorable advice for the kingdom.

Just now, he saw that the eldest son did not have enough voice in the imperial meeting to effectively display his ambitions.

The thought could not be erased once it came up. Viserys turned to look at the astonished eldest son, with an unprecedented serious expression: "Rhaegar, tell me your attitude towards the position of regent."

Rhaegar was very surprised and shocked by his father's impromptu idea.

He certainly hadn't thought about the title of regent a few minutes ago.

Rhaegar didn't come back to his senses. Someone was more anxious than him.

Rhaenyra's eyes were bright, she secretly tugged at the corner of his clothes, and whispered: "Rhaegar, answer quickly."

Whether the regent is the result of his father's whim or his careful consideration, he should seize the opportunity.

Rhaegar turned to look at her, a questioning look in his eyes.

Rhaenyra gave him a confirming look and nodded slightly.

In just one look, the brother and sister completed their communication.

With thousands of thoughts running through his mind, Rega took a breath and stood up from the chair where he had just sat.

Seeing that the eldest son had made a decision, Viserys said with encouragement: "Rhaegar, no matter what your choice is, I support you."

Rega's eyes flashed slightly, and he said seriously: "As Leonor and Lord Linman said, the position of regent is of great importance."

Hearing this, the imperial ministers all looked at him one after another.

There is solemnity, doubt, resistance...

Everyone is speculating whether the crown prince will consider moderation and consciously decline the post of regent.

Unfortunately, they were destined to be disappointed.

Rhaegar held his head high and responded calmly: "What happened today reminds me of the Tully family's motto: family, responsibility, and honor."

The ministers were puzzled, except for Viserys and Rhaenyra who looked expectantly.

Rhaegar took in all these eyes and raised a hearty smile on his lips: "What I want to say is that my father believes in me, and I will do my best to serve as regent."

Ignoring the worried looks of Leonor and Linman, he continued: "The Tully family's motto is very good. I think that when governing the kingdom, one should also believe in family, kingdom responsibilities, and personal honor."

"During my regency, I will do my best to assist and maintain the peace of the kingdom."

After that, he left his seat and bowed down to salute his father who was sitting on the throne.

Listening to the eldest son's powerful speech and confident handsome face, Viserys' tense nerves relaxed and he felt a joy from the bottom of his heart.

If people lack something, they are subconsciously searching for it.

He himself lacked perseverance and decisiveness, but he could always find it in his eldest son.

Viserys was extremely pleased and turned his head to scan the silent chamberlains one by one, knowing that some were dissatisfied.

It doesn't matter, he will support his eldest son.

Pushing away Allison's supporting hands, Viserys' expression changed, and he showed the majestic posture that a king should have, without the slightest trace of indecision.

Pushing the chair away and walking out, he put his hands on his eldest son's shoulders and smiled: "Straighten up, my child."

"Father." Rhaegar called softly, straightening his spine obediently.

At this moment, he intuitively felt his father's preference.

He accepted the position of regent with great peace of mind.

"Okay." Rhaenyra curled her lips and clapped her hands repeatedly.

Hearing her soft call, Viserys and Rhaegar smiled at each other, and the father and son turned to look at the royal ministers in tacit understanding.

Against the background of silver hair and purple eyes, the father and son smiled in unison, as did the arrogance hidden under the gentle appearance.

"Pa bang bang..."

Otto was the first to applaud as a sign of submission, and other ministers followed suit.

Leonor and Linman knew that the king had made up his mind, so they reluctantly joined in the applause.

The meeting comes to an end, open the door and leave.

"Ahem..."

As soon as he walked out of the door, Viserys covered his mouth and coughed uncontrollably.

Allison stepped forward to help him and complained: "I advise you to drink less. You must drink until you are drunk and alone."

"It's okay, just go back and sleep for a while."

Viserys was not annoyed and hugged his wife with a smile.

Rhaegar was last and noticed this scene.

"prince."

Ilic, who was wearing silver armor and white robes, was guarding the door. He said hello to Rhaegar who walked out last, and followed the king and queen according to his duties.

Rhaegar stopped and stared at his father's retreating figure.

I don’t know when it started, but the opponent’s originally straight back already showed signs of rickets.

Recalling his father's unshaven and listless state at the meeting, Rhaegar felt a little worried.

If this situation continues, he might ascend the throne a few years early.

"Rhaega, what are you looking at?"

Rhaenyra, who was walking in front, turned around and turned back with a smile.

Rega did not hide anything and murmured: "Father's health is not very good. It is related to the country."

"Don't you have an Ouroboros? Go and help father treat it tonight." Rhaenyra took his hand and helped with advice.

Rega smiled bitterly and said, "That's all."

For years, he used ouroboros to relieve his father's cuts.

But in the end, treating the symptoms does not cure the root cause. When the wound is healed, it becomes bad, and when it is bad, it heals again. Instead, it tortures the spirit.

"Don't worry, my father is not as fragile as he thought. You and I have always known that."

Rhaenyra whispered comforting words, wrapping her arms around his waist.

As if feeling something strange, Rega lowered his head in confusion.

Just in time, he met Rhaenyra's burning eyes with nostalgia.

Wave~

Rhaenyra put her arms around her neck, stood on tiptoes and spoke passionately, saying proudly, "I like the way you command and control during the royal meeting."

Very tough! There is a domineering willfulness.

This was treatment she had never received as an heir.

Rhaegar smiled, but there was no joy in his heart as he imagined.

He hugged her waist with his backhand, lowered his head and looked at her with a touch of pity in his eyes.

Rhaenyra was also a crown prince, but her treatment was very different.

When it comes down to it, being a woman comes first.

"Rhaenayla, you and I are both our father's favored children." Rhaegar said softly.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and said affectionately: "I don't believe in father, I only believe in you."

Her father favored her, but he also pushed her down from the position of heir.

Even though I love my father deeply, there is always a thorn in my heart.

"Rhaenaila..."

Rega said no more, his eyes fell on the other party's beautiful red lips.

The door of the imperial meeting faces a stained glass window in the corridor.

Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly and the birds are chirping.

Suddenly, a little white snake picked up a bird and gave it to another little white snake.

The heads of the two snakes touched each other, spitting messages to each other, and shared a meal.

…

quite a while.

It was past noon before Rhaegar and Rhaenyra strolled out of the attic.

Compared to the imperial minister who left early, the siblings arrived much later.

Bang bang bang...

As they walked, the siblings came to the godswood forest and heard a beating and crashing sound in the distance.

Rhaegar woke up from the aftertaste and cast his gaze.

Helena and Aemond were seen holding wooden swords and competing in swordsmanship in a flat clearing in the forest.

Helena changed from her usual skirt and put on a white shirt, brown trousers, and a pair of moccasin boots.

For ease of movement, the fluffy silver-gold curly hair is tied with a hairband and hangs down on the back.

Aemond's attire is quite different, with the addition of a green cloak, and his face is competing seriously.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra looked at each other and walked closer quietly.

At this time, Helena spread her legs, held swords in both hands, and launched an attack in a decent manner.

Aemond passively resisted, raising his sword in panic to block every blow.

"ha!"

Helena shouted softly, ran forward and struck down with her sword.

That's right, smashed.

After listening to Rhaegar's words, Helena thought about it all night and decided to become stronger to protect herself.

Maybe she can become an excellent swordsman.

But no one taught her swordsmanship, so she could only swing the sword randomly.

Adhering to the famous saying that the strong wields his sword against the stronger, and the weak wields his sword against the weaker.

She considered herself a weakling and chose her younger brother Aemond, who seemed weaker.

Dang clang——

Aemond moved his feet, raised his sword sideways, and the wooden sword in Helena's hand was immediately knocked away.

Because she was running too fast, Helena couldn't stand still and fell to the ground with a thud.

"elder sister."

Aemond was startled, dropped his wooden sword and went to help him.

It's not easy for him either.

According to the tradition of the Targaryen family, boys must receive martial arts training after the age of 6.

Helena insisted on pestering him to compete, and she won after showing a little bit of skill.

Rhaegar came over and asked with a smile: "Can you get up?"

"Brother!"

Seeing the sudden appearance of Rhaegar, Aemond was frightened and stood there at a loss.

He took a peek at Helena who was slowly getting up, and felt very panicked.

He was afraid that Rhaegar would teach him a lesson for bullying his sister.

"Well done, the shot was very crisp."

Rhaegar just smiled and complimented him by the way.

It's just a competition, and bumps and bruises are inevitable.

There is a saying that Aemond is very skilled and more talented than the lazy Aegon.

Emond breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and hurriedly helped Helena, who had already climbed up.

Helena looked downcast and dusted herself off her clothes.

She was two years older than Emond, so she didn't expect to lose so easily.

"Brother." Helena greeted her sheepishly when she noticed Rhaegar looking at her with a smile.

Rega picked up the fallen wooden sword and said, "Like practicing swordsmanship?"

"No!" Her head was shaking like a rattle, Helena's eyes were lonely, and she confided: "But when I practice swordsmanship, I won't see those fragmentary scenes."