Just as Zhang Cheng began to silently plan for his path to mage, Sansa was also seriously considering the proposal just now.

As a noble lady who has been strictly educated since childhood, she is not stupid at all, but she is used to the protection of her family and elders, especially the Stark family, which has been rooted in the North for thousands of years, and many times her name alone can scare away most of the ill-intentioned snoopers.

But now, with the tragic deaths of his father and brother, the deaths of the direct members of the Stark family, the disappearance of missing people, and even Winterfell, a symbol of its own status, has been taken over by the former enemies of the Burtons.

The harsh reality forced her to make changes, or else things like this would happen again and again.

As a precocious girl, Sansa is well aware of the attractiveness of her beautiful looks to men.

When Joffrey was stripped naked and humiliated and abused her, the guards in charge of carrying out the order always showed intense excitement in their eyes, and even made no secret of their **naked**.

She couldn't help but feel sick at the thought that she might be crushed and ravaged by those old and ugly men in the future.

Although the combination of a beautiful girl and a white-haired old man was not uncommon in aristocratic circles, she couldn't bear to be one of them.

What's more, deep down, she also longs for revenge, eager to make those who hurt the Stark family pay a terrible price......

"Mistress Mason, can you tell me how you plan to help me reclaim Winterfell, and what do I need to do in exchange for that help?"

"It may seem very difficult for you to reclaim Winterfell, but in reality it is not difficult for me to eradicate the Bolton family. If I want, I can let them all die overnight without alarming anyone. With that, Zhang Cheng turned around and gently flicked the shadow monster lying motionless on the ground, as if to prove something.

But soon, he smiled back and continued to say to the girl, "But it seems a little too boring to do this." After all, isn't the reason why revenge can become a topic of conversation is that you can slowly taste the pain and despair of the enemy? If they all die too quickly, how can they taste the joy of revenge? What's more, I have a principle to only help those who have not given up hope and are still struggling to save themselves, and if you want to get my help, you must first prove yourself. ”

"Prove yourself?" Sansa frowned subconsciously.

"Yes! Prove yourself! I want a Duke Stark with enough power and political skills, not a crying vase full of unrealistic fantasies. I don't care if you're using your ingenuity or your youthful and seductive body, but prove to me that you have what it takes to integrate the North once again and restore the Stark family's absolute rule. As for the rest of the matter, wait until you prove yourself first. Zhang Cheng explained with a smile.

"Understood!" Sansa nodded slightly, and then lifted the covers and stepped out of bed, exposing her graceful curves to the air.

She let her long red hair drape behind her, and walked straight to Zhang Cheng with her bare feet, staring at each other with dark blue eyes.

Due to the close proximity, the two could even smell each other's body and the hot breath exhaled from their nostrils.

Despite the shyness and resistance in her subconscious, the girl still opened her arms around the neck of the young man in front of her, stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

The kiss lasted half a minute, and when the two separated, the atmosphere in the room began to become subtle.

Feeling the softness and wetness coming from his lips, Zhang Cheng suddenly smiled, and teased while laughing: "Hehe, it's done well, although the skills still need to be improved, but at least a crucial step has been taken." Keep your strengths in mind while figuring out what others crave from you, and if you get both right, you'll soon be a qualified player in Game of Thrones. You must know that women, especially young and beautiful women, can often make men lose their minds and do some stupid behavior. ”

"What about you? You don't seem to be interested in my body or my appearance at all. Sansa asked with a faint flush on her face.

"I'm sorry, I've gotten rid of these low-level **, not just you, all women don't have much attraction to me. Okay, that's all for today's conversation, and in order to show my sincerity, I will give you a small gift before parting. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Cheng suddenly recited a jerky spell to the shadow monster beside him.

Next Second......

The shadow's body suddenly began to vibrate violently, releasing black smoke into the surrounding air!

Before Sansa could figure out what was happening, all the smoke rushed to her snow-white chest, forming a hideous and terrifying pattern in the blink of an eye.

"This ...... What is this?!" She watched in horror as the mark faded and vanished.

"Ah, nothing, you can understand it as a kind of protection in disguise. On top of that, it can also get rid of one of the enemies you most want to kill, whether it's Joffrey or Petyr Berish. But remember, you only have one chance, so choose your goals carefully and consider the consequences that come with them. As a final reminder, Littlefinger's almost pathological infatuation with you and your mother is a good place to start, and as I mentioned earlier, the more you don't get it, the more you want it. ”

After saying this, Zhang Cheng picked up the notes placed on the table, pushed open the door and disappeared at the end of the corridor without looking back.

As his background faded away, Sansa took a deep breath and returned to her bed, staring out the window at the stars, unsure of what she was thinking.

About ten minutes or so, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the corridor.

When the footsteps came to the door of the room and stopped, her eyes were filled with tears at some point, and her whole body was trembling slightly.

Silent!

Repression!

After a full five minutes, the man standing in the doorway said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry......"

"No, you don't have to apologize, Lord Barich, maybe that's my fate. All I want to know now is when you will take me out of King's Landing, from the city that I hate and hate?" asked Sansa without looking back.

Obviously, it was none other than Littlefinger, who had just gotten the news and rushed back.

I saw that his eyes were covered with a faint bloodshot, and he replied in a sincere tone: "I have prepared the ship, as long as you want, you can leave now." ”

"Now, didn't you say you were going to wait until Joffrey's wedding was over?" Sansa, who had been brewing her feelings, finally turned around and showed her pitiful appearance.

"Yes, leaving at that time is the least noticeable, but I'm willing to take a little risk for your sake. Berishy clenched his fists, trying not to show his anger and jealousy on his face.

"Forget it, let's wait until after the wedding, you're the last person who really cares about me, I don't want any more accidents to happen to you......"