"You're welcome." Li Yun shook his head and said calmly, "But you don't think you can keep me like this, do you?"

"Of course not." Daenerys shook her head and looked at Li Yun sincerely, "I would rather be your friend than an ally bound by interests. I just don't know if you are willing to be my friend."

"..." Li Yun was silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why?"

"There are many reasons." Daenerys said calmly, "First, you are a time traveler and you know the plot. Secondly, you are incredibly powerful and your origins are mysterious. You can tell at first glance that you are a character that is not easy to mess with."

"If I don't try to be your friend, should I become your enemy?"

Daenerys spoke very frankly, without any reservations in her words.

She already had a general understanding of Li Yun's character. When dealing with such a person, sincerity is always the best weapon.

Sure enough, after hearing her frank expression, Li Yun fell into deep thought and nodded after a long time.

"You're honest, and I admire that."

Daenerys smiled and asked eagerly, "Are we friends now?"

Li Yun shook his head: "It depends on your performance."

Daenerys was a little disappointed: "Okay, I'll try my best."

That is to say, even if other people cannot understand English, if there is a third person who can speak English and hears the conversation between the two, he will definitely feel that something is wrong in this world.

But both parties took it for granted.

Li Yun pondered and said, "Do you really want to know my opinion?"

"That's right."

"Then don't marry the Horse King."

"Why?"

"I'm sorry, I can't tell you."

"……I see."

Daenerys nodded thoughtfully.

Li Yun raised his eyebrows: "What do you understand?"

Daenerys smiled and said, "Of course that's your answer!"

Li Yun frowned and said, "But I didn't say anything."

Daenerys shook her head and said, "My grandfather in my previous life once said that sometimes silence is also an answer."

"..." Li Yun seemed to be thinking about something.

Daenerys whispered, "Tomorrow I will attend Khal Drogo's feast. I intend to meet him at the feast, then try to steal Magister Illyrio's dragon egg and leave here by ship. Will you come with me?"

"Do you mean going to the banquet or leaving here?"

“Both.”

Li Yun thought about it and nodded: "Okay."

Daenerys smiled.

…

The next evening, the night gradually darkened.

Two servants walked out of the Governor's Palace holding beautifully decorated oil lamps with light blue glass covers.

A gorgeously decorated sedan was parked in front of the door, with seven or eight strong men carrying it on each side, waiting with their hands hanging down.

Not long after, Magister Illyrio appeared at the door with the Targaryen siblings, saying something with smiles on their faces.

Behind them, there were a dozen armed soldiers. Except for Li Yun who was disguised as a guard, the rest were Governor Illyrio's guards.

Before entering the sedan, Daenerys slowed down, grabbed Li Yun's hand and asked one last question.

"For our safety, I want to know how strong you are."

"...Do you know the Mountain?"

"Yes, the most brutal and powerful knight in the Seven Kingdoms."

"He is no match for me."

"……I see."

Daenerys nodded and finally sat in the sedan chair with peace of mind.

With a shout, a dozen strong men lifted the sedan chair together and walked towards Khal Drogo's bedroom.

In the sedan, Viserys frowned, kept glancing at the rapier at Daenerys's waist, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"You are not going to bring your sword to the feast?"

Daenerys said calmly, "What's the problem?"

Viserys was about to speak when Magister Illyrio raised his hand and smiled, stopping him.

"It doesn't matter. The Dothraki people have a different aesthetic than you and me. They don't like noble ladies. On the contrary, they are more likely to look up to a female swordsman like the princess who has outstanding swordsmanship."

Having said that, Governor Illyrio paused and glanced at Li Yun outside the sedan as if inadvertently.

"This is the warrior who defeated more than a dozen of my guards yesterday, right? Has Your Highness, the Princess, subdued him?"

“…”

Daenerys did not comment, but changed the subject: "I heard that you prepared a wedding gift for me."

Magister Illyrio kept smiling. "Yes, but it will not be presented until the wedding day."

Daenerys said seriously: "I want to see it in advance."

Magister Illyrio shook his head. "I am afraid not, my noble princess."

Viserys sneered and muttered, "Women are women after all. They are short-sighted and petty..."

Before she could finish, Daenerys frowned and stepped on Viserys' toes.

Viserys cried out in pain, holding his foot and said angrily: "Is there anything wrong with what I said? It's just a gift. No matter how valuable it is, it can't compare to the Dothraki army. With the army, we can sweep across the Seven Kingdoms and take back the glory that belongs to the Targaryens. When I sit on the Iron Throne again, I can give you any gift you want!"

"Yeah?"

Daenerys sneered: "I'm afraid by then, you will have forgotten that you have a sister across the narrow sea?"

Magister Illyrio smiled and tried to smooth things over. "How could that be, my noble princess? After all, you are His Highness's sister, born of the same mother. Blood is thicker than water. When His Highness sits on the Iron Throne, he will never forget you."

“That’s right!”

Viserys perked up, opened the curtain, looked at the dark night sky excitedly.

"When I return to Westeros with my army, the noble families of the Seven Kingdoms will respond and follow their true king. The Greyjoy, Tyrell, Darry and other families hate the usurper as much as I do. The Dorne family in the south has long been filled with anger and wants to avenge Princess Elia and her children."

"Not to mention the common people, they will roar with righteousness and fight for the true king!"

Magister Illyrio nodded with a smile. "Yes, Your Highness. They are all your people, and they love you dearly. As far as I know, in the farms and villages within the Seven Kingdoms, the men secretly raise their glasses to pay tribute to you every night, and the women secretly sew dragon flags, waiting for the day when Your Highness will lead his army across the sea and return..."

Viserys greatly benefited from Governor Illyrio's flattery and brainwashing.

Although Daenerys appeared moved, she actually disagreed in her heart.

No one knew the situation across the Narrow Sea better than she did. Although the rule of the Baratheon family was not stable, it was definitely much better than that of her cheap father in this life, the Mad King Aerys Targaryen.

Neither the nobles nor the common people will miss the days when the 'Mad King' ruled.

Nor would they sew dragon banners day and night waiting for Targaryen's return as Governor Illyrio said.

Outside the sedan, Li Yun listened quietly to the conversation between Daenerys and the other two, with a slight smile on his face.

This was the first time he had experienced the feeling of watching an American TV series at such a close and immersive distance.

I used to be always busy in the John Wick world, nothing like the leisure and enjoyment I have now.

So this is what it feels like to be a time traveler with a cheat...

Li Yun felt emotional. He finally understood why Lin Zhongtian and Zuo Yu were so cynical.

Soon, Magister Illyrio's party arrived at Khal Drogo's chambers.

The palace is located on the edge of the bay, with nine tall towers rising around it and pale vines covering the towering brick walls.

According to Magister Illyrio, the palace was a joint gift to the khal from the Magisters of Pentos.

The sedan stopped at the door of the bedroom. A guard holding a bronze spear and wearing a spiked bronze helmet pulled open the curtain of the sedan. His black eyes swept coldly over the three people in the sedan and paused on Daenerys's face.

Magister Illyrio spoke a few words in Dothraki, and the other party waved them in.

Li Yun stood at the front of the guards, looking at the guard thoughtfully.

"He is an Unsullied."

Daenerys appeared beside Li Yun at some point and explained in a low voice.

Li Yun suddenly realized and asked curiously, "Why is it different from the TV series?"

Daenerys said softly, "Of course they are different. The costumes and makeup of the TV series have to be aesthetically pleasing, and they are not completely based on the original novel. Let's not talk about that for now. Tonight's banquet will be attended by dignitaries from the entire Free Trade City. You don't understand the language of this world, and it's easy for them to treat you as a slave, so remember to follow me closely."

Li Yun nodded and followed Daenerys into the palace.

Entering the hall, the air was filled with the aroma of pepper, cinnamon and sweet lemon. Guests came and went in an endless stream, most of them were tall Dothraki. They had brown skin, beards tied up with metal rings, and long, shiny black hair hung from the back of their heads, forming countless braids tied with silver bells, as if they had never been washed since birth.

As long as you get a little closer to them, you can smell a strange odor mixed with many complex ingredients.

There was the smell of sweat, beef and mutton, and an overabundance of spices...

Li Yun was just not paying attention, but he frowned and held his breath because of the smoke.

Daenerys' face turned pale, and she couldn't help but whispered, "Thank you for your advice."

Li Yun pulled the corner of his mouth and sighed, "It's my duty. You're welcome."