Chapter 346 Everyone has his own opinion

Rhaegar turned a blind eye, and the conversation with Tormund quickly ended.

"What's wrong?"

Rhaenyra's eyes flickered, showing the slightest expectation.

Rhaegar shook his head slightly, held her little hand and kissed her gently, deliberately raising his voice: "News from Volantis, someone is inciting the Tiger Party to burn and kill Reese's fleet."

Xiliu’s latest letter revealed that the Tiger Party’s governor Teslio acted privately and specifically targeted innocent merchant ships in Lys to plunder.

Lys unilaterally condemned and questioned, and there were strong signs of joining forces with Myr and Tyrosh to counterattack.

Rhaegar's voice was strong and loud, ensuring that everyone present could hear it.

Damon's first reaction was to pour the wine and drink it himself.

Viserys glared angrily and scolded: "Daemon, did I warn you not to target the ships of the Three Women Kingdom again!"

"This is obviously the result of the Three Women's Kingdom's own fault and the revenge of Volantis."

Damon put aside the relationship in a lazy tone.

Viserys' face turned red, his chest rose and fell intensified, and he gritted his teeth: "Take your king seriously, or you will go back to the Stepstone Islands to enjoy the sea breeze."

He was really fed up with this free-spirited brother.

He always tries to challenge his majesty and wants to start a war regardless of the kingdom.

He is the king of the Seven Kingdoms, and avoiding war and ensuring peace are his primary responsibilities.

Damon suppressed his irritation, pointed at his nephew across from him, and said in a strange tone: "Your Majesty, before you teach me a lesson, you should really take a look at your eldest son. I am not the only one who is looking forward to war."

Viserys was slightly startled, seeing his sworn look, and his eyes fell on the eldest son critically.

He knew that the eldest son had been preparing an army and had made big noise in Volantis.

Rhaegar looked calm and said nothing.

The timing was not right, and he had no plans to start a war for the time being.

It would be at least a year until Rhaenyra and Lannar gave birth to their babies.

Rhaenyra was pregnant, and he was worried about going out to fight.

Too many Targaryen children died in infancy.

Lannar controls the largest dragon today. Whether it is the Dorne War or the War of the Three Women, she and Vhagar cannot be absent.

Rhaegar said nothing, seeming to acquiesce or retort.

Viserys had a splitting headache and the wounds on his body ached.

Alison on the side looked concerned, holding her husband's arm and patting it gently.

"Huhu, I'm fine."

Viserys took two deep breaths, glanced at his younger brother and eldest son back and forth, and said angrily: "I don't care what you think, I will not allow anyone to privately provoke a war during my reign!"

He is a king without great achievements.

Since taking over the throne passed down by his grandfather Jaehaerys I, peace and prosperity have been synonymous with his rule.

He did not want these two points to be erased from future history books, and only his mediocrity and the continuous wars during his reign would be recorded.

Feeling his brother's anger, Damon was surprisingly honest, stood up and walked off the platform in silence.

Rhaegar remained unmoved, still pondering the idea that his good uncle had discovered that he intended to start a war.

It seems that the preparations are not secretive.

Either the news leaked from the prince's palace, or the shadow planted in Dorne was found to have clues.

"Rhaegar, did you hear what your father said!"

Viserys was so angry that he provoked the eldest son's shortcomings.

Rhaegar withdrew his thoughts and smiled brightly: "Father, I don't want to fight and kill. I just want to hold a ceremony with Rhaenyra as soon as possible after the tourney."

Under Viserys's confused eyes, he and Rhaenyra intertwined their hands and caressed each other's belly under the red silk dress.

Rhaenyra turned her head away and let him do whatever he wanted without saying a word.

Viserys gradually opened his eyes wide, with a smile of surprise on his face, eager to know the answer: "You mean... you have it?"

As a father, he cares about his children's reputation, which he says in a very subtle way.

Pregnancy out of wedlock is against the rules, so you should be careful in public.

Rhaegar raised his chin and said proudly: "The bachelor is not sure yet, but there are various signs that there will be no mistake."

He couldn't wait to share the joy with his father and tell him that his heir was about to have an heir.

And Rhaenyra was great, and she might give birth to two healthy babies at once.

But she couldn't say it now, as it would put pressure on Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra glanced sideways at him, her face grimacing in secret sadness.

After waiting for two days, Rega still had not given her an explanation.

In fact, Rhaegar is not entirely to blame for this incident.

The illegitimate daughter landed on the land of Westeros and was secretly sent to live in a mushroom market more than ten miles away from Harrenhal.

Rhaegar made it clear to them and found a place for them to live and work in peace and contentment, leaving enough money to live in prosperity.

Other than that, contact is basically cut off.

For the record, Aunt Senela's grandchildren are far removed from his bloodline and are not against the law in Westeros.

Rhaegar just wanted to experience the...feeling of having fun with his peers.

To be honest, it's not very good.

Danila gave him the same feeling as a noble lady from Westeros, and the process was boring.

He asked Orville privately, and the other party explained his point of view tactfully.

His physiology is normal, but he may have psychological problems.

In the past and now, Rhaenyra and Jeyne, two people who truly loved him, could bring him sleepless nights of joy.

Daniela blindly worships and seeks asylum, while Rhaegar has subconscious resistance.

Back to business.

After hearing the great news, Viserys was almost overwhelmed with joy and couldn't help but said:

"Rhaenyra, so it's normal for you to feel uncomfortable recently. Allison and I are still secretly worried about you."

Allison paused for a moment and said happily: "Rhaenyra, congratulations."

She herself didn't know her true emotions at the moment, and she was feeling depressed but also faintly happy.

At least according to etiquette, she must send blessings.

Rhaenys, Sea Serpent, Lannino and others all sent congratulations with smiles on their faces.

The Targaryen bloodline is prosperous and there is a successor to the crown prince. These are happy events worth celebrating.

Especially Lanino, who smiled like a fool and couldn't stop puckering his lips.

His wife, Celine Celtija, was dejected. She looked at Rhaenyra and Lannal with envious eyes and clapped in unison with a forced smile.

She wanted to have a child, but she didn't know how long or how long it would take.

Rhaenyra accepted the blessings with a smile and quietly shook off someone's grasping hand.

Rhaegar smiled and said nothing, putting his hand on the other person's thigh and stroking it.

Viserys' eyes were sharp and he could see through the little movements of the two people at a glance, and shouted warningly:

"Rhaegar, today is the last day of the tourney. Damon has already left, and you are about to fall behind."

The best way to please a woman is to wear a crown of love and beauty for her.

Rhaegar received the signal, put on his armor and stood up, smiling confidently: "No problem, let me try their skills."

Looking back at Rhaenyra, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her beautiful figure reflected in her purple eyes.

Rhaenyra crossed one leg, picked up the tea cup calmly, and said perfunctorily: "Go quickly."

Rega leaned down dissatisfied, boldly held her face, and pressed and invaded her beautiful red lips.

He really couldn't think of what was wrong.

If only Rhaenyra could be tolerant of him.

After a long time, the moisture left.

Rega's eyes were full of affection and he said with a little hope: "I prepared a gift for you. I originally wanted to give it to you on the day of the ceremony, but I want you to be happy now."

"take it out."

Rhaenyra's eyes were filled with mist, and there was water on her lips.

Rega shook his head slightly: "When I win the crown of love and beauty, I will hand it over to you."

He kissed his forehead lightly again and stepped down under everyone's ambiguous glances.

…

On the fighting field.

Damon had already won a victory, breaking several ribs of his opponent as if he was angry.

Rhaegar rode a silver-white war horse, just facing him.

With just one glance, Daemon reined in the reins and warned: "Dorne is not a good place. It is barren and hot. It will lead to a protracted war that will last for several years."

Rhaegar said calmly: "If the seven countries are not unified, how can they expand their territory outwards?"

Not enough words to speculate.

Damon looked unruly, riding a dark horse and passed by, saying coldly: "Keolun is not an idiot, the Three Women's Kingdom is the first choice."

"Uncle, I have to think about my family." Rhaegar sighed.

Of course he knew that Dorne was difficult to fight, and to some extent it was much more dangerous than the Kingdom of Three Women.

But only by conquering Dorne can Targaryen's reputation be conquered by the Seven Kingdoms once again.

On the contrary, most of the nobles in Westeros cannot live without the land and will not be willing to try to invade territories beyond the narrow sea.

"Drive~"

The uncle and nephew parted on bad terms, and Rhaegar rode onto the fighting field.

Bang!

The fat referee sounded the gongs and drums, and the opponent in this game appeared.

A tall and muscular young man wearing tin armor and riding a brown war horse.

"This is a duel between Prince Rhaegar of Targaryen and Arnaud Storm of Stonehelm!"

Bang!

The fat referee shouted the introduction and sounded the opening gong again.

Both sides took the stage and looked at each other's place.

Rhaegar put on the silver helmet decorated with dragon wings on both sides and tightened the handle of the gun in his hand.

One of the bastards of House Baratheon, what a good opponent.

Arnold was also looking at him, his eyes hesitantly becoming solemn.

He had participated in the Second Battle of the Stepped Islands, witnessed the crown prince's style of controlling a dragon, and was extremely frightened.

The first time, charge.

Rhaegar turned slightly sideways and aimed his lance at Arnold's abdomen, conducting a normal test.

boom--

Arnold was not good at riding, and he hurriedly raised his shield to block, and was almost knocked off his horse.

The two sides passed each other and the second round began.

"shelf!!"

Ten feet away, Rhaegar's eyes were cold, and he shouted in a low voice and drove his horse to gallop.

The bastard dares to covet Storm's End, but he cannot stay!

As the figures intertwined, Arnold raised his arm and stabbed the gun, aiming hard at the crown prince's breastplate.

The horse under Rhaegar's crotch was faster. The shield engraved with three red dragons hit the opponent's spear point without any bias, and the lance in his hand stabbed out.

Poof——

The wooden lance hit Arnold's throat accurately, and the iron-clad lance tip broke through the thin mail gorget and stabbed fiercely into the neck.

Regga threw away the butt of his gun and rode away.

Arnold immediately flew out and fell heavily to the ground. His bloodshot eyes widened unwillingly, and he gasped while holding his bloody throat.

The attendants and bachelors came forward to check and found that the man had completely died.