"Isn't that what you want? to completely upset the inherent distribution of power in the valley and give the royal family a chance to meddle in its internal affairs. What's more, with this one, you can also ensure my loyalty. If one day I choose to betray, you can shake it out and directly deprive me and my heirs of legitimacy and inheritance. ”

There is no doubt that Petyr Berish planned everything from the beginning, even taking into account Zhang Cheng's heart.

In his eyes, this can not only maximize his own interests, but also give the other party a handle, establish an initial relationship of trust, and slowly close the distance to become allies.

As he said before, chaos is not an abyss, chaos is a ladder, a ladder to the upper echelons of society to gain rights.

But now, as Daenerys' reign has become more secure, the ladder is gone, so he decisively gives up his unrealistic ambitions and begins to actively build on the advantages he has gained, eager not to be kicked out.

"A handle?" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows with a smile.

I have to say that Littlefinger has a very accurate grasp of psychology, and he can see through at a glance that he is never the kind of person who takes bloodline and noble glory as the same thing.

Otherwise, if these words are changed to another occasion and a different person, such as Queen Daenerys Targaryen, then the only fate of this guy is to be pushed out by the executioner and beheaded in public.

Petyr Berishy nodded thoughtlessly: "That's right! A handle!" When the plan is successful, the Arryn family and Vale will become the most loyal hounds of the royal family, biting any enemy who dares to violate the majesty of the royal family. ”

"Sounds interesting! But there's a small problem. A secret is a secret because it is little known and will slowly be forgotten over time. Tell me, how can you guarantee that your descendants will still abide by this agreement after decades, a hundred or two hundred years? After all, a nobleman like Rannyx, who started by deception, can slowly become a great nobleman in the eyes of the people. So bloodline, surname is never a problem, the real problem is that time can dilute everything. Zhang Cheng casually pointed out that this seemingly value-for-money handle, but in fact it is useless.

Speaking of territories and vassals, to put it bluntly, it is a kind of vassal and interest relationship.

Once an alliance of interests is concluded, even if someone has a problem with the dismantling of the ruler's bloodline, it will not deal too much damage to his prestige, at best it will be a war of words, nothing more.

And this time limit is usually within three generations, and once three generations have passed, those born later will no longer remember the old friendship and begin to wholeheartedly support the new lord.

"Then you think there should be something else?" Petil Berlishi's eyes flashed with a haze, and he voluntarily kicked the ball back.

Zhang Cheng touched his chin and looked at the other party with interest, and soon proposed with a smile: "It's very simple! There is something that will not disappear with the passage of time, it is called a curse, a curse that is constantly passed on to future generations with bloodline. If, one day, you and your descendants break their vows, then all the descendants who began with you will die a miserable death. Well, are you still willing to trade with me now?"

"Curse?!" Petyr Berish's face changed instantly, and he subconsciously drilled into his fist, trembling slightly uncontrollably all over his body.

If it were someone else, he would sneer at most when he said the word curse, and he wouldn't care too much at all.

But who is Zhang Cheng?

A strong man who can turn a dragon into his pet, a mage who can summon hail to destroy thousands of cavalry.

If he says that there is a curse that can be passed through the bloodline, then he must believe that it is something rather than that it is not.

Minutes and seconds pass!

Beads of sweat quickly covered his forehead on Little Finger, and his underwear was soaked with sweat.

Obviously, there is no point in deceiving at this time, either to promise to let yourself and your descendants become the dogs of House Targaryen forever, or to risk being wiped out and return to the valley to continue the battle to the death against those traditional nobles.

Tough choice!

In just ten minutes, Petyr Berish felt like a lifetime had passed, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, knelt down on one knee and said in an extremely solemn tone: "I hereby solemnly swear to the Seven Gods that I will never betray the Targaryens, including all future generations. ”

"Very good! Now, the curse is in effect. As he spoke, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

After a snap, Little Finger suddenly found that thousands of red imprints had grown densely on his arms and neck, but after only a few seconds, they quickly faded as if nothing had happened.

But for some reason, he always felt that there was some kind of change in his body or soul, which he couldn't understand.

"Is that the end?" asked Petyr Berish, forced his composure.

Zhang Chengyi nodded with a deep smile: "Yes! The curse has been rooted in your blood and soul! Any betrayal will bring bad luck and disaster." Trust me, you wouldn't want to know what it was like. Plus, from now on, you're on your own. When the alliance of nobles in the valley is settled, I will ask Her Majesty to give you more room to display your talents. At that time, the entire Seven Kingdoms will become a hunting ground, and your task is to play to your strengths, constantly create chaos and conflict, and weaken the strength and influence of those great nobles little by little, and finally dismember them one by one. ”

"Really?" Littlefinger's face was hard to hide his surprise.

He originally thought that his ingenuity might no longer have room to be displayed, but what he never expected was that the other party actually made such an exciting invitation.

What is the most painful thing for a talented conspirator and careerist?

A strong king, of course, and a relatively peaceful and stable political environment!

But now, the supreme ruler actually wants him to disturb the stable situation in the country and provoke wars, chaos and conflicts again, it is like a shark smelling blood, and a dog smelling.

"Oh, please don't doubt my sincerity. For those who are talented, Her Majesty and I never mind playing to their strengths and fighting for more for the benefit of the royal family. ”

"Understood!" Petyr Berishy bowed with one hand to his chest, then turned to leave the room and disappeared into the hallway.

Shortly after he left, Daenerys stepped out from behind the bookshelf and asked with a frown, "Are you really going to use this ambitious fellow?"

"Why not? In the eyes of a king, all talented people can use it, but how to use it is a question. My suggestion is to let Petyr Berish do all the most hateful things for you, and then execute him with his own hands when the nobles are angry, so as to appease the anger of the people and show the justice and mercy of the royal family. Well, that's a good plan......"