Chapter 270 The Dragon's Heart is Not Dead

The look in Darren's eyes at that moment made even Aemon's heart tremble, and his waist straightened up even more.

"Aemon." He glanced at the anxious Sea Lord and sighed. Although the monarch was offline, he was not completely ignorant of the affairs of the court. He knew all the people Aegon had installed. "Ask the City Guard to find out who caused the riot in the city today and compile a list for me."

It was just because Aegon was a Targaryen and would never really make fun of the Targaryen dynasty no matter how much he did, so he didn't care too much about the so-called "Silver Dragon Party" in the Riverlands and the Reach.

They haven't really asserted any political rights, so it doesn't matter what they do.

But Darren still underestimated the ambitions of some people. After he heard the report from Aemon and Count Andre Farman, Darren's intuition immediately told him that the matter was not that simple. It was just a simple analysis. Darren I figured out something was wrong.

Dragons rise and fall every day in King's Landing. Even if they are in love, they often roar and fly over King's Landing, heading to Blackwater Bay to look for food. The people of King's Landing have long been accustomed to the comings and goings of dragons. They may discuss flying in the sky. Which giant dragon it is, they may discuss the size and combat power of the dragon in the streets, and some gamblers will bet on the prey brought back by the dragon.

But there will definitely be no riots.

There is definitely someone guiding the riot. No matter what the person behind it wants to do, Darren can probably give two directions, hoping to remind himself that he has a worthy heir - a male heir. And those who hope to muddy the water and take advantage of the troubled waters.

I just don’t know which side the people behind the scenes are from, or whether they are from both sides.

No matter whoever dares to put his hand into the dragon's mouth, he will be bitten off by the dragon.

Daeron softened his tone and continued: "Find out who their main messenger is, and then tell me. As for you, Lord Farman, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to stay in Maegor's Tower for a few days. Don't worry, it's not Maegor. The room downstairs.”

Darren couldn't help but smile when he saw Andre Farman's expression of resignation.

Only then did Earl Farman let out a sigh of relief and followed Aemon out. He didn't know what to say, so he could only follow Eamonn to his room in silence.

Of course it's not an underground cell, it's a fairly comfortable bedroom.

"Lord Farman, I have troubled you to stay here these days." Imon gently comforted Earl Farman, and immediately turned around and went to the military camp to mobilize the city's garrison, leaving only Earl Farman who was still there. What are you thinking about.

The two ignorant eyes showed an expression of disbelief and doubt.

King's Landing, a mansion.

A lean middle-aged man pushed open the door in a panic. Before he could make any move, his knees bent, and a man in a gold robe hit the middle-aged man's back with a stick. Although this lean man, But the guy who was obviously an aristocrat was grinning from ear to ear.

"How could you do this to me? Do you know who I am?" The middle-aged man said with fear in his eyes, but still pretending to be angry.

"Know."

The middle-aged man's pretended anger suddenly disappeared. His legs went weak. This time, he didn't need the golden robe's stick, and he knelt directly on the ground.

"Your Highness, Prince"

"I can find you and explain your plan. His Majesty the King knows everything." Aemon sighed. He had tried his best to curb the fierceness of the Golden Robes, but the Golden Robes, which were reorganized after the riots in King's Landing, experienced Daemon. After the management of the Regent, Prime Minister Ronzel, and King Aegon II, it has become the largest direct military force in the hands of the royal family - although it may not be as elite as the white robe army of the royal family, it is better because of its large number and better training. It's enough.

And he is familiar with the streets and religions of King's Landing.

It took them almost only a few hours to uncover the rioters, and even before they were tortured, they confessed the mastermind.

"Your Highness, let my brother go." The middle-aged man knelt down without hesitation.

Conspiracies are worthless in the face of absolute force. It's not that they didn't buy the gold robes, but when Aemon showed up, even the gold robes that took their money would hit them with sticks without hesitation.

"Your Majesty will make your own decision on the issue of your Majesty's succession." Aemon said calmly. He was not a murderous person, and Daeron did not let him kill the people behind the scenes.

After all, even if these people want to fish in troubled waters, their starting point is the inheritance of the kingdom.

After Baelor made it clear that he would not inherit the kingdom, the question of the kingdom's succession did exist. Who would inherit the Targaryen family?

Among Queen Samantha's children, Princess Rhaena married Prince Aegon, and Princess Elena was the wife of Rhaegon Vareses - they had been married in Dragon's Nest, and Elena took her away. Her dragon, Sunshine, is the Targaryen answer to House Varese.

Love is an accident, sunshine is our compensation.

Although this compensation was a bit unequal, the Varese family didn't say anything out of face. After all, Dawn has firmly belonged to the Varese family.

Baelor was originally the undisputed male heir - even if Queen Rhaenyra won, the male inheritance was still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the majority of people in the kingdom hoped that Daeron would make Baelor the crown prince.

In addition, there is another choice - Prince Aegon, and his brothers.

Diana automatically lost her inheritance from the day she took the initiative to become Aegon's mistress.

No one really wants a bitch to be the queen - Rhaenyra also played it secretly in private. On the surface, she and her two husbands were model couples.

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No matter what the people behind the scenes are plotting, at least for now, it is all for the kingdom.

Daeron couldn't really kill him.

"I can agree to your request, Ser Darry." Aemon looked at this unfortunate guy expressionlessly - he was the only noble who dared to show his face openly on the black market.

Even Earl Lucas Rothstein, a waste who did not care about politics, his intelligence network knew who this guy was.

"Earl Darry, and Darry City, we will not move. After all, your starting point is also for the kingdom." He said: "Earl Darry's official position will be taken back by the royal family. He can take his daughter away, but he can't take away the bastard left by my ridiculous brother."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."

Ser Darry fell to the ground gratefully, and Aemon tilted his head. A man in a golden robe came up with a rope. He put it around Ser Darry's neck without hesitation.

The rope became tighter and tighter. Ser Darry struggled a few times and then stopped moving.

"The Stranger greets you, Ser Darry."

This scene happened in many mansions in King's Landing.

Even in the Red Keep.