The Imperial Council did not last long, and it ended when all the interests were divided.

Eventually, Petyr Berish was given the title of Harrenhal for facilitating the alliance between the Lannisters and the Tyrells, transforming him from a nominal court nobleman to a nominal nobleman with large domains and castles.

Although Harrenhal was a devastated place, and he never intended to actually own or manage the territory, with the title of Earl of Harrenhal, his social status would be greatly enhanced, high enough to marry Lecha Tully and then take control of the Vale little by little.

After all, dealing with a woman who loves her dearly, as well as a frail and sickly child, is simply a breeze for a master of conspiracy like "Littlefinger".

Having taken control of Jon Arryn's widow and heirs, the nobles of the Vale will continue to obey the rule of the Eagle's Nest.

In a cheerful mood, Petyr Berish returned to his own brothel on Silk Street, ready to call two of the prettiest and most skilled girls to relax his tense nerves.

But just as he had crossed the threshold, and before he could speak, a cloaked figure suddenly emerged from the corner and whispered in his ear, "Oh no! My lord! I just got the news! Lysha Tully was killed on the spot after being attacked a few days ago. It is said that the Assassins used a terrible red liquid that would burn the entire person to ashes if it was contaminated with a single bit. The whole valley is in chaos right now, with some trying to block the news, and others trying to keep Robert Arryn in their own hands. ”

"What?!!!" Baelishi's face changed instantly, and his body swayed back and forth as if he was drunk.

"My lord, are you alright?" Seeing this, the man in the cloak hurriedly stepped forward to help.

Petyr pushed the other party away, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared angrily: "Go away! I'm fine! Okay! Very good! So this is what you call a gift! How dare you sabotage my plan!"

Obviously, whether it is "Dragon Flame" or the previous meaningful words, all of them prove that the mastermind behind this assassination is Zhang Cheng.

To be precise, he didn't have any intention to hide from the beginning, that is, to clearly tell the other party that this is the end of constantly testing his bottom line.

However, anger turned to anger, and Littlefinger did not lose his mind because of this, and quickly realized that it was likely that his previous small actions had leaked the secret, so he forced himself to calm down, and ordered through gritted teeth: "Go! Let those families who support me come forward to stabilize the situation immediately, and no matter what, Robert Arryn cannot be left in the hands of others." ”

"But what about you, sir?" asked the man in the cloak, puzzled.

He couldn't figure out why his master didn't rush to the scene of the incident immediately after such a big incident had happened, but instead chose to stay in King's Landing.

"No, you don't know, to solve this matter, I have to go and see someone first, or a similar assassination will happen 100% again. Baelish explained with a deep breath.

"Okay, I see, please be careful. The shadow bowed, and quickly disappeared into the dark corners of the street.

About an hour later, at the banquet of the Red Fort to celebrate the victory, Zhang Chengzheng was eating various fruits and barbecued meat, while chatting and laughing with the ladies and ladies.

Suddenly, Petyr Berishy hurried in through the door, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and said, "I'm sorry, ladies, may I borrow a moment from you to speak to Sir Mason alone?"

"Okay. ”

"I hope you're hurrying, Lord Barich. ”

"Yes, we still have a lot of interesting topics to finish. ”

......

A group of young girls stood up and reluctantly left the southeast corner of the garden.

Seeing them walk away, Zhang Cheng immediately curled the corners of his mouth and teased in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Hehe, it seems that you received a gift from me." How's it going, are you satisfied?"

"Yes, yes, what a pleasant surprise. I think...... Is there some misunderstanding between us?" Littlefinger clenched his fists, the expression on his face twitching slightly.

"Misunderstanding? hahahaha! If assassination can also be called a misunderstanding, then I don't mind creating a few more similar misunderstandings. Remember, my dear friend, don't use what you use against others on me, or I promise this is just the beginning......" Zhang Cheng didn't show any affection for the other party, and directly picked out the topic.

Petyr Berish, who was accustomed to talking with all kinds of subtle hints, paused for a moment, and then pretended to be innocent: "Assassination? What assassination? God, why should I assassinate you?"

"Hmph, don't pretend, Barichy, your sweet girl has done everything. To be honest, I'm curious, what exactly are you doing this for, to drive a wedge between me and the Lannisters, or are you interested in the magical powers I wield?"

"Yana betrayed me?!no! no! she won't betray me!" Littlefinger's eyes flashed with horror at first, but quickly dismissed the suspicion.

Zhang Cheng spit out the grape skin in his mouth, crossed his hands on his chest, and responded with a smile: "Of course she didn't betray you, but in front of me, all the rhetoric and deception are meaningless. I used a little trick to let her tell the truth herself. Oh yes, this poor girl is now being ravaged repeatedly by a horde of mercenaries, and she is crumbling even if she is not dead, do you want me to get her out and give her back?"

After hearing these words, Bai Lixi couldn't help but shudder, because he felt a heartfelt ruthlessness and indifference from Zhang Cheng's attitude.

As a conspirator who is good at playing with people's hearts, what he fears most is to meet this kind of opponent.

Because coldness and ruthlessness mean that you are not easily bound by all kinds of feelings, let alone threatened.

What's even more terrifying is that this kind of person often does not think about the consequences when he does things, and once he provokes them, the danger is far higher than ordinary people imagine.

For a moment, Littlefinger fell silent, and began to reflect on whether his previous actions had been so reckless that it was now a little difficult to end.

As for Zhang Cheng, he sat on the chair, eating grapes expressionlessly, patiently waiting for the other party to speak.

Lysa Tully was dead anyway, and the impatient Baesh would have to make concessions, otherwise he wouldn't dare leave King's Landing and deal with the mess at the bottom.