"When did you care about my marriage?

To be honest, I don't know why I didn't refuse the marriage in the first place.

Perhaps, as you said, I have some sympathy for Sansa's plight and a desire to protect her.

At least after marrying me, Joffrey can't continue to blatantly insult and hurt her.

As for fulfilling my wife's responsibilities and obligations, I'd rather spend some money to go outside and find a woman than force a girl to do something she doesn't want to do.

Also, in the current situation, who would dare to risk offending the Lannisters and snatch Sansa away from me?

There may be a lot of restless people snooping around, eager to reap the huge benefits of the prestige that the Stark family has built up over the centuries of rule in the North, but I don't think anyone would dare to take any action. ”

With that, Tyrion poured himself another glass of wine and drank it clean.

Like many people who suffer from severe psychological disparities, after discovering that he had lost his precious power, he began to vent and indulge through alcoholism, spending most of his day half-drunk and half-awake.

"No, you're wrong, my friend. Zhang Cheng smiled and shook his head. "It is undeniable that after the elimination of the Baratheon brothers and Robb Stark, no one in the entire Seven Kingdoms except for Dorne in the south has the strength to challenge the Lannisters head-on. But don't forget, the last thing this world lacks is conspirators and careerists. Think about it, if someone told Sansa that she could send her home, would she stay with you and face the enemies who killed her father and brother all day?"

The little devil has never been a political idiot, on the contrary, he is very smart, and he has read countless books, and immediately understands the strong hints revealed in the words.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he quickly opened his mouth tentatively, "Can you tell me who the conspirators and careerists you refer to?"

"Boton? No, no, no. Luce Bolton may have been a master of the weather, knowing how to preserve his strength and how to put himself on the side of the victors when it mattered, but he was certainly not a conspirator. True conspirators are always good at hiding themselves, and if you go and find out who Sansa is close to on weekdays, you will come to a conclusion right away. But I have to warn you, it's better to move faster, or you'll ......."

Before Zhang Cheng could finish speaking, a young and beautiful maid walked in with a plate.

She didn't even say a word, she didn't bow, she just laid the food on the table, made a very vague eye contact with the little devil, and then turned and disappeared into the hallway.

Zhang Cheng saw everything in his eyes, and only after the maid walked away did he joke meaningfully: "I said that you don't care about your new wife at all, it turns out that you already have someone else in your heart." Be careful, my friend, for I'm not sure how your father, Lord Tywin, will react to this news. ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about! Come on, she's just a lowly maid. Tyrion deliberately pretended not to care.

"Don't act in front of me, you should know very well that this can't fool me at all. I'm afraid you haven't realized it yet, the moment the maid appeared just now, your eyes almost melted when you looked at her. There is a good saying that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and no matter how good a person is at lying and deceiving, the eyes can never deceive. What's more, you're not very good at deception in the first place, and I'm not your enemy. Zhang Cheng curled the corners of his mouth slightly, debunking the other party's clumsy acting skills.

"Damn! I'm starting to hate dealing with you a little. Tyrion gritted his teeth and grumbled, then nervously asked, "Is my eyes really as obvious as you say?"

"Yes, obviously! I think you'd better not meet her when you're outside, or it's only a matter of time before you're discovered. Okay, that's all there is to talk about your colorful love life, it's time to get out what you promised me. Zhang Cheng stretched out his right hand as he spoke.

Without any nonsense, Tyrion directly opened a dark compartment on the shelf on the right wall, took out a slightly yellowed scroll covered with black spots from inside, and carefully spread it out: "Mind you, this thing is very old, and it will shatter with a little force. ”

"Relax, I'll give it back to you at a glance. Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and quickly swept the handwriting on the paper that was no longer very clear.

What is recorded on the scroll is nothing else, it is the Alchemists' Guild that has kept the materials and spells for making wildfire for many years.

As a collector of knowledge, he will not give up anything that may be useful or enlightening to him.

The little devil stood aside, silently observing Zhang Cheng's preoccupied expression, and a wry smile appeared on his face.

You must know that before the outbreak of the Battle of Blackwater, he made many promises in order to gain as much strength as possible, but the secret recipe for stealing wildfire is undoubtedly the most special one.

Even now, he couldn't figure out what the man standing in front of him longed for in his heart.

Wealth?

Although Zhang Cheng took advantage of the siege of the city to make a "national disaster", he quickly spent seventy-seven eighty-eight.

Right?

After seizing Liangshui City, Zhang Cheng delegated his rule to a small bureaucratic system that he had set up by himself, and he hid in his room all day and didn't know what to do.

Beauty?

According to the information obtained by the little devil, Zhang Cheng had not slept with any woman or man so far, and the level of abstinence was almost comparable to that of the most devout monks.

The only thing Tyrion knows for sure is that Zhang Cheng seems to have some kind of unusually strong thirst for supernatural powers......

As the living room fell silent, Sansa, who was hiding in the kitchen, quietly pulled out a small liquid surrounded by lilac smoke from her belt, uncorked the bottle and poured it into the soup bowl, stirring it with a spoon while the cook was not looking, until all the purple smoke was completely gone.

It was the first time she had done this kind of thing, and she only felt her heart beating wildly, and the sweat on her back soaked her clothes in just a few seconds.

Nervous!

Disturbed!

Fluster!

Sansa didn't know what she was feeling like at the moment, but she was willing to pay whatever it took to get home, to the city where she was born and raised, even if it was blood on her hands.

In order to ensure that the soup in the bowl will be delivered to the right person, she also specially instructed the maid who was responsible for delivering the food.

About three to five minutes later, the bowl of soup with ingredients was placed in front of Zhang Cheng......