In the ward, the university scholar Paisher was tasked with caring for Eddard, and in Westeros, the Bachelors of the School were sometimes more popular than the nuns of the Church of the Seven Gods.

"Lord Eddard, pain is a gift from the gods of heaven," Fellow Priest Paisil told him, "and it means that the bones are gradually being joined and the wounds are about to heal, and you should be grateful." ”

"When my feet don't hurt anymore, it's never too late to be grateful."

Paisher placed the jar with the cap on the table next to the bed. "It's poppy milk, drink it when it hurts too much."

"I've slept too much."

"Sleep is the best doctor."

"I thought the good doctor was you."

The two of them chatted with each other, and Paisel pretended to be trembling, so he spoke in an old tone and turned upside down. Eddard, on the other hand, was still very weak, he had managed to deal with the burning and looting of the Tywin Sect yesterday, and the complexity of things was exhausting his body and straining his heart.

Paisher was soon gone, and after he left, Ed asked for a glass of wine mixed with honey.

Drinking this stuff can also disturb the sanity, but it's not that serious. He had to keep his mind clear. He asked himself a thousand times: What really happened? Who killed Jon Arryn.

"He doesn't look like the drunkard king at all." Sansa's angry words flooded into his mind.

The truth trapped inside the fortress of lies, although it looks like a pool of still water without waves, unconsciously flows quietly through the cracks of the fortress to the outside world.

The truth flowed out little by little, the cracks in the fortress widened little by little, and before I knew it, the fortress that seemed to be extremely strong was finally broken through, and strong water rushed out in an instant.

Du Yu's hints, Jon Arryn's old books, the rumors in the Red Keep, the bastard in King's Landing, Stannis's departure, all of them, all the clues, suddenly passed through Eddard's mind like a picture at this moment, and then it was as if countless babbling streams converged into a rushing river and reopened the embankment.

Breaking away the secret between the queen and Jaime.

The king has no heirs! The truth is like a thin thread that threads all the past through everything, and then everything is rationally explained.

This is the same sword that killed Jon Arryn and pushed Bran off his tower. The simple truth suddenly surged in his chest, cold as death.

The sword will kill Robert as well, perhaps slowly, but sooner or later. There will always be a day when the wounds of the body will heal, but betrayal will gradually corrode the soul.

Time was running out, and when the king returned from the hunt, Ed had to confide in him out of honor.

But what about Sansa and Arya? He thought to himself. Will Earl Malvern really be able to take care of them, and will he really not betray me? What if Malwyn betrayed me and handed Sansa and Arya over to the Lannisters, he's a smart guy, he's too smart.

People are skeptical because they are afraid. Then I feel fear of the doubts, and the cycle repeats, getting worse and deeper.

At this moment, Du Yu was secretly recruiting manpower, due to the tense situation, the king of King's Landing did not make a clear response, and the domestic situation became more and more unstable. Wandering warriors and freeriders are flocking to Kaiyan City to serve Earl Tywin, which also makes Du Yu's recruitment very difficult.

The price has gotten higher and the quality has deteriorated. But even then, he had to recruit some men, or rather, some cannon fodder. Of course, he didn't expect these wandering knights and freeriders who were not very reputable to do so in the event of a possible conflict, or even clash with the gold-robed men.

So he recruited not only a few wandering samurai, but also some able-bodied civilians, all of whom were poor people who were oppressed and were about to survive. These people and the golden robe already have a lot of conflicting pasts, as long as they create a conflict for them, so that they don't fight or die.

In order to survive, in order to declare their previous grudges, they can even burst out with a higher destructive power than the wandering samurai.

The bonus of 40,000 gold dragon coins is not difficult to recruit these sparrow-like people whose lives are worthless.

"Tell me, what can you do?" Du Yu's whole person was hidden under the black cloak, hiding in the shadow of the hood, and Arya was also dressed in the same way, following closely behind Du Yu, watching with interest Du Yu's so-called interview with these people.

This time, Du Yu used the power of Varys, and he exchanged the other party's life and death for support, even if it was just superficial work, it was enough. Time was pressing, and he didn't have time to slowly negotiate the conditions. It has to be said that Varys's influence is like a weed that grows with the wind, spreading throughout the world, and with his help, recruitment is no longer a problem, at least in terms of students.

Forced by Du Yu's threat, Varys remained silent, the behavior of the newly promoted Earl of Harrenhal was not noticed, only Littlefinger noticed the clues, but there was no pervasive intelligence network like the eight-clawed spider, so he could not make further judgments.

The undercurrents in King's Landing are raging now, and the troubled waters are easy to fish, but it is difficult to say who the fish is.

On this afternoon, Eddard finally decided to meet Cersei, but the honor and justice in his heart finally prevented him from being ruthless in dealing with women and children, and even rejected Ranri Baratheon's suggestion. This is also the reason why Du Yu is ready to escape, but no longer persuades Ed.

This is his creed, it is the star in his heart, if the star is dusty, and the creed is broken, then Eddard Stark will no longer be the revered, honor-oriented, and loyal king of the northern wolf.

"Help me go to the Divine Wood Forest." Ed recruits his squire, Kyle, a tall northerner.

"Lord Eddard, is that good? You ...... like this," Kyle looked worried.

"Maybe not, but I have to." Ed said with a determined gaze.

The sacred forest was empty, and it had always been the same in the castles where the gods of the south were worshipped. When he was put down on the grass next to the heart tree, his whole body felt tired, and it was not so easy to seriously hurt his internal organs.

"Thank you." He took out a piece of paper from his sleeve that had been sealed with the family coat of arms. "Please send it immediately."

Kyle licks his lips uneasily as he sees Eded's name written on the paper. "Old man......"

"You just do it." Ned said.

He didn't know how long he had been waiting in the silence of the Divine Wood Forest. It was peaceful and tranquil. The heavy walls kept the castle at bay, and he heard insects chirping, birds chirping, and leaves chirping in the wind. The Heart Tree here was a brown oak tree, and although it didn't have a carved face, Ned could still feel the presence of the nameless gods he believed in. The body also got some kind of healing.

At sunset, the queen arrived.

"Why here?" Cersei Lannister stood in front of him and asked from above.

"That the gods of heaven may bear witness."

She sat down on the grass beside him, her every move graceful. Her curled blonde hair danced in the wind, and her green eyes were like the leaves of midsummer. Ned Stark hadn't seen her beauty for a long time, and now she was aroused.

"I know why Jon Arryn died." He told her.

"Really?" The queen examined his face, as cautious as a civet. "Master Stark, you called me for this? Guess the riddle with me? Or do you want to hold me hostage like Madame Xuezun held my brother hostage? ”

"If you really think that, you won't come." Ned touched her cheek lightly. "Has he beaten you before?"

"Once or twice," she said, "she said goodbye. "But he didn't hit him in the face, otherwise even if he couldn't protect himself, Jaime would have fought with him." Cersei looked at him defiantly, "My brother is a hundred times better than your friend. ”

"Your brother?" Ned said, "Or do you love someone?" ”

"Both." Faced with the truth, there was no discoloration on her face. "We've been together since we were kids. Why not? For 300 years, the Targaryen family has been intermarried between brother and sister to keep the bloodline pure. James and I are not just siblings, we are basically two halves of the same life, we share the same womb. According to our master, he came to the world with my feet on his feet. When the two of us were united, I was ...... Feel whole. A faint smile crossed her lips.

"My son Bran, ...... it?"

Cersei faced it calmly and did not shy away. "He saw us together. You love your kids, don't you? ”

On the morning of the team competition, Robert asked him exactly the same question. He gave her the same answer. "I love them with all my heart."

"That's how I love my children."

"All three of them are Jaime's children." He said it wasn't a question.

"Thank you to the gods of heaven."

"You've been married for more than ten years," said Ned, "how can you have no children?" ”

She looked up proudly. "Your Robert made me pregnant once," her tone was full of contempt. "My brother got a woman to help me clean up the baby. He didn't know anything about it. If I had to say, I couldn't bear to let him touch a single hair of my hair. We haven't had sex for years. If he is a little away from his ****, he can stumble into my room after drinking, and I have other ways to satisfy him. Anyway, no matter what we do, the king is usually so drunk that he forgets it all the next day. ”

How can they be so blind? The facts are laid out in front of their eyes from beginning to end, clearly written on the children's faces, and they ignore them. Ed felt sick to his stomach.

"I remember the day Robert first ascended the throne, and he was completely kingly." He said quietly, "Thousands of women will love him with all their hearts, what the hell did he do to make you hate like this?" ”

Her eyes lit up with a green fire in the twilight, like a lioness in her family crest. "On our wedding night, we shared a bed for the first time, and his name was your sister's name. He pressed against me, got into me, smelled of wine, and he whispered 'Lyanna'. ”

Ned Stark thought of the blue roses, and for a moment he felt like crying. "I really don't know whether to pity you or him."

The queen seemed to find this interesting. "Lord Stark, save your energy and have pity on yourself. I don't need to. ”

"You know exactly what I have to do."

"What must be done?" She reached out to his uninjured foot, resting it just above his knee. "A real person does what he wants to do, not what he has to do."

Her fingers brushed lightly over his thighs, with the gentlest hints. "There are still many years before Little Joe comes of age, and the country needs a strong prime minister. Nobody wants to restart Warend, especially I don't. ”

Her hand ran over his face and hair, "If friends can turn against each other, why can't we turn enemies into friends?" Mrs. Zun is thousands of miles away, and my brother is not in the city. Be kind to me, Ned, and I swear I'll never regret it. ”

"If you could, you might as well accept her offer, and I don't mean to sleep with her, but to be his son's prime minister." A voice familiar to Ed and the queen came from behind a large tree ten meters away, and a handsome young man in a scarlet robe stepped out from behind the tree.

"It's you!" The queen screamed in disbelief, not ashamed of what she had just said, but terrified that her secret would be known to someone other than Eddard. The more people know, the more uncertainties there are.

"Count Marween, why are you here? Are you eavesdropping on our conversation? Ed frowned, looked at the dumb voice of the person who came and asked in a somewhat dissatisfied voice.