Anyone who had been intimate with Cersei countless times at a distance had Fang Yan's handsome and flawless face.

Unfortunately, by the end of the spring dream, she could only see the pair of purple eyes and silver hair.

If Fang Yan changed his personality and became a cowardly guy, it would be fine if he hid across the sea for the rest of his life.

If he dares to set foot in the Seven Kingdoms...

Cersei swore that she would capture Fang Flame and bring him back to the palace to be her own star wrath force!

She wanted to squeeze Fang Yan dry and humiliate him to death!

"No!"

Cersei was furious and changed her original idea. "This is not enough! Not enough at all!"

She wants to cut off Fangyan's Jiba with her own hands! Cersei wants Fangyan Targaryen to become a priest of the blind god or a eunuch like the Unsullied of Astapor!

Humiliate Fang Yan severely until death! After all, Tyrion is one of the "highest intelligences" officially appointed by the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. Even if he doesn't understand the old reason, he realized what his sister was paying attention to after a little thought.

A sarcastic look immediately emerged on the face of the dwarf Prime Minister, who sneered, "My stupid sister, your information is outdated!"

This idiot Cersei only has those things between men and women in her mind.

If they weren't all named Lannister, Tyrion wouldn't even want to say a word to this idiot.

"【Dragonborn Swordmaster】! 【Grassland Conqueror King】! 【Tian Kao】!"

Tyrion said seriously, "These are the three new titles of Fangflame Targaryen."

He figured it out.

Fate is endless torture and there is no way to resist it, so you might as well change yourself and try to enjoy it.

In the past, King Robert might have been able to wield a sledgehammer like the most courageous and unrivaled warrior and kill all powerful enemies.

However, after winning the crown, Robert indulged himself in food, wine and women so much that his weight increased hopelessly to eight stone, and he would pant and sweat profusely if he walked for a moment.

Although his thick, black beard hid his double chin, nothing could hide his protruding belly and the dark circles under his eyes.

If you can't fuck, fight, or drink, even Mr. Robert, the founder of the Baratheon Kingdom, would find it boring.

In the past, Robert would rush to Winterfell alone and smash the gate with a majestic hammer.

Now, he was just an ugly, fat pig corpse that was rapidly rotting after being murdered by his wife and others.

Cersei said disdainfully: "It doesn't matter. No matter how powerful Fang Yan is in those remote areas, he will become a poor man after crossing the sea and returning to the Seven Kingdoms."

Coins are the main currency used for transactions within the Seven Kingdoms, and the main currencies in circulation include gold dragons, silver deer, copper stars and copper cents.

Rich merchants and nobles mostly used gold royals, while commoners and poor people used silver and copper coins.

The current monetary system was established after Aegon the Conqueror conquered Westeros, and Robert Baratheon used the existing monetary system after he seized the Iron Throne.

In her opinion, without the Golden Dragon, Silver Deer and Bronze Star, it would be difficult for Fang Yan to organize cavalry and infantry corps. Without knights and corps, it would be equivalent to a lack of combat power.

"Sister, to be honest, you are born to be a widow."

Tyrion chewed the words "big breasts and no brains" and swallowed them. He sighed and said, "Your future fate will be worthy of your "supreme wisdom."

No money?

He has someone in his hands! Does she think that the cruel and bloodthirsty Prince Fang Yan and the perfect Prince Rhaegar are of the same noble character? He will rob them!

Come to think of it, Tyrion actually likes the gruff and rough-talking Robert Baratheon...

There is no doubt about it - most of the reason is that his sister and he hate each other so much! Slap! [Prime Minister] Tyrion was slapped by the Queen for his careless words.

His cheeks swelled up and the sneer on his face became more intense.

Tyrion twisted his legs and climbed down from the chair awkwardly. He said sarcastically, "The queen has shown her majesty. The Hand has lost face and must take his leave first."

Cersei frowned, "You can't leave!"

"I want to know, how are you going to rescue James?"

"He's important—you know it!"

As a brother, Jaime is the exact opposite of Tyrion.

James was tall and handsome, with flowing golden hair. He held a gilded sword and occasionally wore a helmet with a lion embedded in it.

Dressed in golden armor, with sparkling green eyes and a smile as sharp as a knife, James' image is simply a portrayal of the "legendary knight" walking into reality!

It was well known that James' men were extremely loyal to him.

He himself is also extremely brave and is not afraid of death! So...

In case the Flame makes a comeback, Cersei needs Jaime Lannister to be the commander-in-chief to fight against him!

"When I figure it out, I'll tell you."

Tyrion waved his hand. "Plans are like fruits. They take time to mature."

Tyrion rode out of the Red Keep, escorted by a dozen Lannister guards wearing crimson cloaks and lion-patterned half-helmets.

As he passed under the gate, he noticed human heads hanging from the city walls.

——Although the human heads had been soaked in asphalt, they had already rotted and turned black, beyond recognition.

Tyrion had heard that the last Targaryen prince, who had earned the name Dragonborn Swordmaster, preferred to pickle the heads of his war trophies in lime.

“Everyone’s approach is completely different…”

Tyrion was worried and wary of Fang Yan Targaryen's return, but he was also looking forward to it inexplicably: "If we were not on the same side, I would really like to make friends with Fang Yan and drink good wine together..."

He didn't know why he had such an idea.

Maybe it's out of a self-destructive complex? Anyway, it doesn't matter! Although Joffrey Lannister on the Iron Throne is his nephew, he is also a stupid, blind, arrogant, weak, damned bastard.

Tyrion is content with good food, fine wine, and prostitutes.

Live one day at a time! Meanwhile, at the far edge of the Laughing Sea of ​​the Summer Islands.

On the vast ocean, a magnificent fleet of ships is sailing slowly.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the sparkling sea, and the golden light danced on the deck of every ship, as if covering the fleet with a layer of gorgeous brocade robe.

The main ship is like a giant on the sea, majestic and luxurious.

The ship is majestic and hundreds of meters long. The towering ship building sparkles in the sun. The golden carved railings are engraved with dragon and phoenix patterns, symbolizing dignity and power.

On the wide deck, luxurious carpets are spread, and soft lounge chairs and exquisite coffee tables are neatly arranged.

Soldiers, guards, servants, and maids performed their duties in an orderly manner.

Enjoying the sea breeze, Fang Yan picked up the amber wine glass.

His nose twitched slightly, his brows knitted tightly together, and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "The wine was poisoned!"

"This poison is filled with the divinity of death - it is worthy of being a [specialty] of the world of A Song of Ice and Fire. It's amazing~"

“Even if a divine being descended upon the material world accidentally drinks it, he will be poisoned to death on the spot and perish completely!”

(End of this chapter)