In the eyes of the lords from all over the country who arrived at the Twin River City, Fang Yan's greatest strength is...

He possessed a virtue that no Targaryen had ever possessed—[philanthropy]! This guy was obviously powerful, handsome, and had wealth, power, status, and a noble background. He could easily get any beauty he wanted, but he even had the guts to take a tomboy like Arya Stark, who had no feminine charm.

While the lords admired Fang Yan's good appetite, they also instantly felt full of motivation and ambition.

——No matter how you think about it, their daughters, granddaughters, nieces, sisters, and elder sisters are much more beautiful than Arya Stark!

Since Fang Yan even likes Arya Stark, wouldn't it be easier for the women in their family to please Fang Yan?

If I could marry my own descendant to Fang Yan...

A hundred years later, wouldn't there be noble dragon descendants with the blood of the Dragon King under my own clan?

The lords did not know that the reason they had such thoughts was because Fang Yan had actively created them.

A top salesperson must master the skill of "creating demand for customers."

In "The Wolf of Wall Street", Leo asked his partner to sell him a pen.

What the other party did was to just pick up the pen and say, "Please sign for me."

The problem is that Leo doesn't have a pen.

So, in order to sign autographs for his fans, he had to buy the pen that he didn't need.

Now……

Fang Yan created the demand for the lords to "marry their beautiful daughters and granddaughters to Fang Yan, so as to give birth to descendants with the blood of the Dragon King, so that their families can also join the ranks of the Dragon King's family."

Listening to the chaotic voices of the crowd, Fang Yan knew that he had achieved remarkable results.

He stood higher and saw farther, so he naturally knew...

If everyone has it, it means no one has it!

Everyone is a descendant of the Dragon King, so it depends on purity, comprehensive ability, and whether one can please oneself.

And that kind of future is exactly what Fang Yan wants to see.

An ordinary emperor would definitely not be able to take care of all the three thousand beauties in his harem.

Fang Yan is different!

He is cheating.

The shared ability plug-in allows him to possess a physique that exceeds human limits, even making most gods ashamed of it.

Perhaps thousands of women would make him feel numb, but with one or two hundred beauties in the harem, Fang Yan could definitely take good care of each one of them.

Let everyone get the nourishment they deserve, even the overflowing nourishment! "Arya, I heard that your sister is pretty and hasn't had time to consummate her marriage with Joffrey yet?"

As soon as Fang Yan opened his mouth, his intentions were exposed. "That's great! As long as she doesn't have someone else's child in her belly, I'll accept anyone who comes!"

"Who knows, she might even become your brother-in-law~"

If taking Arya into the harem was based on the hope that "girls change a lot when they grow up" and the idea that "even if she can't grow up to be a natural beauty, she can transform herself artificially", then the sister who fell in love with the tomboy was really coveting her beauty.

Sansa is a traditional beauty who inherited the Tully family's delicate cheekbones, clear blue eyes and thick auburn hair from her mother.

When she grew up, she had a slender and graceful figure, very feminine, and had been educated as a lady since childhood.

She possessed the traditional feminine charm that befitted her noble birth, and had a keen interest in music, poetry, singing, dancing, and other "feminine leisure activities" such as embroidery.

——Fang Yan’s hobby is “collecting everything except BADEND”.

Hearing this, Arya, who was not yet at the age of a young girl's love, raised her eyebrows, thought seriously for a moment, analyzed the pros and cons, and responded sincerely: "You will definitely succeed!"

"Since she was very young, Sansa dreamed of marrying a handsome and powerful prince and becoming queen."

"Joffrey is just a fake king with poor character and ability. Compared with you, he is just like a beggar wearing the clothes of an emperor!"

"Who knows, my dear sister might fall in love with you at first sight when we meet for the first time!"

After Sansa Stark's father was captured, she was forced to admit that he was a traitor.

Although she carefully pleaded with Joffrey to show mercy to her father, the result was not good.

The erratic Joffrey promised her that he would handle the matter with mercy, but he personally ordered her father's beheading from the pulpit in the Great Sept of Baelor.

Sansa watched the execution helplessly.

Sansa is terrified of this future.

She just wanted to go home, but there was no way.

She had no choice but to stay in King's Landing, where the situation was getting worse and worse, as a hostage, and was forced to admit that her father and brother were traitors.

That helpless, weak and beautiful girl needs a strong backer, such as Fang Yan himself.

Fang Yan knew very well that even after Ned Stark was executed, Queen Cersei still insisted that Joffrey must wait until Sansa's menarche before allowing her to marry her.

In other words…

Sansa has not yet consummated her marriage to Joffrey.

After the important matters of the concubines were arranged, the guests had also arrived.

After eating and drinking, people came to the hall.

The Frey seat is a massive chair of black oak with a twin tower connected by an arch carved on the back.

At this moment, Fang Yan sat high on the oak chair, making it look like a throne.

"Now that everyone is here, I declare that the [Dragonborn Return Ceremony] is officially held!"

As soon as he finished speaking, solemn and fully armed soldiers escorted the servants and transported the three dragon eggs to the center of the hall.

They looked like fine ceramics or enamel, or blown glass, but the dragon eggs were obviously much heavier than those, and in terms of weight, they were like solid stone.

There are tiny scales on the surface of the eggshell. The rising sun shines through the egg, making it sparkle as if it has been polished.

As the servants turned, the three dragon eggs revealed bronze spots, golden stripes, and dark red waves and whirlpools that were as black as the midnight ocean but full of vitality.

The distinguished guests could not help but express their admiration for the artistic collection value of the dragon eggs and reveal their inner doubts.

"What exactly are you expecting? Will these dragon eggs hatch into real dragons?"

"Thousands of years ago, they were alive, but now they are just beautiful stones."

"Although Fangyan Targaryen gave me a very good first impression, as a handsome gentleman and a king with great spirit, I have to admit that these dragon eggs cannot become dragons. Real dragons can fly and breathe fire. They are living flesh and blood, not rigid stones!"

(End of this chapter)