Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

“Why not have the two ministers return to their residences and stay behind closed doors? We can send people to guard them outside, which wouldn't violate the secret decree's instructions,” Lan Li advised Hanna.

“Besides, the King has already arrived in the Riverlands. Sending a letter won't take much time.”

He smiled, “I wonder if my saying this counts as being one of the so-called ‘opposers and pleaders’?”

“I agree.” The Red Keep's castellan interjected, “Logically, the decree should be conveyed by me, but this time is unusual, so it's best to be cautious.”

Lan Li was surprised that the Red Keep's castellan, who held some weight, would directly state his stance.

But that no longer mattered.

He knew his eldest brother's temperament. If the brave Robert truly knew about this, he would probably have rushed back with his hammer and smashed the two traitors into mincemeat.

Therefore, this wasn't a secret decree at all, but a coup d'état launched by the Lannisters!

In this kind of vortex, what did a castellan's verbal support amount to? Lan Li didn't care about these minor details.

He only felt a deep sense of unease.

Was this coup only targeting Varys and Littlefinger? Or was it a complete falling out with the Lannisters?

How foolish and arrogant!

Was this Duke Tywin's decision? Had he come out of Casterly Rock? With how many troops?

Lan Li could only prepare for the worst.

If a real fight broke out, facing over one hundred and fifty Lannister guards and three hundred gold cloaks, Lan Li's own twenty-odd Storm's End soldiers would clearly be insufficient to protect him.

Therefore, he had to win the support of the Royal Guards and the courtiers and attendants present.

Two hundred Royal Guards were enough to turn the tide of battle. But since the Usurper's War, King Robert possessed the Iron Throne and the Crownlands, while Lan Li's fief was Storm's End, accepting the allegiance of the Stormlands' lords. The two brothers were no longer the same stag.

Lan Li didn't have the authority to command the Royal Guards.

Moreover, the decree's orders didn't call for the immediate execution of the ministers, but still required the King's personal judgment. In this situation, the Royal Guards were more likely to side with the Lannisters, who claimed to possess the secret decree.

Fortunately, the courtiers and attendants together numbered three or four hundred swords.

Lan Li looked at the handsome "Knight of Flowers," Loras Tyrell, and gave a courteous smile.

The Knight of Flowers immediately understood, “I agree with Lord Lan Li's view. Letting the two ministers have a few days of peace in their residences can avoid irreparable harm and not violate the decree. Isn't that good?”

“I am willing to personally stand guard!”

The courtiers and knights close to the Tyrell family also echoed in agreement.

Ser Arys Oakheart of the Kingsguard immediately rebuked, “Who gave you the right to speak here? Shut your mouths!”

Boom~

More courtiers clamored, expressing that they couldn't tolerate such humiliation, and every knight had the right to speak.

The originally solemn and dignified atmosphere was completely chaotic.

Hanna bit her lip. Whose man was Arys? Did he not know that his words would anger everyone?

Were the people protesting really feeling humiliated, or were they doing it because they were on good terms with certain people?

Hanna was a little frustrated. The Crown Prince had clearly instructed her to take down Varys and Littlefinger through political procedures as much as possible, but now it seemed that much blood would probably still be shed.

But she was fortunate to hear the Prince's clear voice say, “Don't worry, everything is about to end.”

Bang!

A loud noise came from the doorway, and bright light instantly swept across the hall, along with the sound of armor clashing. Everyone subconsciously looked over.

Varys and Littlefinger knew that reinforcements had arrived, so they turned around with smiles, their smiles freezing in place.

The heavy doors of the throne room were pushed open by golden cloaks, and a figure stood in the middle of the doorway. Countless gold cloaks poured into the hall from both sides of him.

“The Hound!!”

The Commander of the City Watch exclaimed, pointing at the figure, his face full of disbelief.

“How did you bring my men!?”

The Hound lifted his mask, revealing a ferocious face, and approached the short, stout Commander step by step.

People quietly watched the Hound, covered in blood.

The Hound patted his shoulder mockingly, “I heard your old man was a butcher. Did he only teach you to eat meat and not how to distinguish your master? What 'your men'? They are all the King's men!”

The Commander looked at the newly arrived gold cloaks. Some were familiar, some were new, but the way they looked at him was no longer respectful.

He was about to scold them, but those cold eyes immediately extinguished all his anger and confidence. Although he didn't know the reason, he knew that the City Watch was no longer his.

The Commander forced a smile, “Lord Sandor, I am loyal to His Majesty, we are on the same side.”

“Heh.” The Hound stared into his eyes, “Guess what I want to do now.”

The Commander tried not to look away, but dense beads of sweat kept seeping out of his forehead, and his heart was pounding violently.

“Lord Sandor,” the Commander moved his fingers.

“I really can't guess, you…” He suddenly exploded, drawing his dagger and stabbing at the Hound with all his might.

The Hound easily grabbed his wrist holding the blade, then caught the incoming left fist. He clenched his hands, crack, crack, almost crushing the bones, and finally struck with his knee.

Clang~

The dagger fell from his trembling right hand onto the floor tiles. The intense pain in his internal organs made the Commander's face as red as a cooked shrimp.

The Hound kicked him down with both feet, “Everyone, you've all seen it, right? This guy not only disobeyed His Majesty's decree, but also took the lead in attacking, is there any doubt about his rebellious intentions?”

The Hound picked up the dagger dropped by the Commander, “In the name of the King, Janos Slynt, the former Commander of the City Watch of King's Landing, is to be executed immediately!”

The Hound didn't even bend over, flicking the dagger directly through Janos's neck.

Janos stretched out his arms helplessly, begging for help, struggling feebly, but the blood flowed more and more, his breathing became weaker and weaker, until he stiffened into a twisted corpse.

Still, no one spoke.

The gold cloaks brought by the Hound probably outnumbered everyone else combined.

The Royal Guards, who had originally leaned towards believing the secret decree, immediately drew their swords and pointed them at the three hundred gold cloaks under Janos's command.

The situation completely reversed.

Hanna issued a final ultimatum, “The decree states that all subordinates are to be pardoned for their crimes and remain in their respective positions. Now is the last chance!”

The gold cloaks stationed in the Red Keep looked at each other. Who dared to face the swords of their fellow soldiers and guards, who outnumbered them several times over?

Clang~ Clang~

After a few breaths, there were hundreds more ownerless spears on the ground.

Hanna began to convey the Prince's instructions, “Lord Varys, Lord Littlefinger, accept supervision quietly. Only in this way will you have a chance to clear your names.”

She approached the two and whispered, “In fact, the Crown Prince doesn't believe in your crimes either. The Prince even pleaded with His Majesty for this, and was scolded severely. Please rest assured for a while, and when His Majesty and the others return to the palace, there will definitely be a turning point.”

Heh, only a fool would believe that.

But Varys and Littlefinger knew that this was a subtle expression, meaning that the two sides still had a chance to coexist, and didn't have to fight to the death.

But was this expression necessarily true?

To speak or not to speak? The two faced a difficult choice.

To speak meant certain death on the spot.

Not speaking meant possible death later, but also possibly not.

“Let's go, my lords.”

The Hound and dozens of Lannister guards surrounded them.

They ultimately didn't reveal the information that would surely lead to mutual destruction, the mystery of Joffrey's parentage.

The Small Council meeting ended.

The courtiers hurriedly dispersed, as if a terrifying monster was following behind them.

Beneath the Iron Throne.

Hanna coldly stared at the staggering back of the Red Keep's castellan.

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