Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Warm Wind Blows the Mountains, and the Leaves Fall into the Valley

Sansa and Du Yu made it all the way back to the Prime Minister's Tower, and the bodies seemed to have been cleaned up, but Sansa didn't see any bloody scenes. Although Ed has been imprisoned, Du Yu's residence is still here for the time being, and since Du Yu has persuaded the queen and the new king, Sansa has temporarily returned to the residence of the Prime Minister's Tower.

Cersei Lannister didn't care that Sansa had left Maegor, in her opinion, as long as she was still in King's Landing, there was a cage everywhere, Du Yu was already loyal, and a little Stark girl couldn't make any waves. She subconsciously and directly recognized Du Yu's allegiance, a stranger with no roots, how could there be a way out if he didn't take refuge in the Lannisters when Stark was defeated? At the same time, she didn't care about Ed's second daughter, Arya.

may have died in the chaos, just like Sister Modan, after many years of court life, she was originally a hard-hearted woman, but now she has become as cold-blooded as a poisonous snake, except for her own children, nothing else is worth caring about and does not need to be considered.

But the Oloin was still quite handsome, and she licked her lips lightly, and the twilight lit up her turquoise eyes, and her face was a pale pink of peach blossoms. Men sometimes like to hunt for beauty, and women are no different in nature.

Sansa, who had just returned to the Prime Minister's Tower, hurriedly talked to Du Yu, ignored Du Yu's retention, and plunged into her original room, lit the fireplace, and raised a warm golden-red flame, the walls in the room seemed to be even more terrifying than before, that kind of red, so that Sansa couldn't help but be frightened, didn't dare to look, didn't want to think about it.

She pulled up a chair and sat down near the fireplace, took one of her favorite books from the shelf, rested her slender hand on the thin paper, and flipped through the pages of her favorite stories, trying to find solace in the stories of Florian and Joanki, Miss Sheila and the Rainbow Knight, and immersed herself in the doomed love story of the heroic Prince Aemon and his brother's wife.

Until the evening, the sunset on the horizon faded her bewitching cheongsam, the stars began to twinkle in the deep blue sky, all the sounds of fighting in the Red Fort were completely silenced, and everything returned to silence.

"Knock, knock, knock" There was a gentle knock on the door outside Du Yu's door, as if the whispers of lovers were a little timid. Listen to the voice, it's a woman.

"Come in!" Du Yu picked up a Roman short sword from the shelf, he had previously built a lot of blades in order to hone his alchemy skills.

"Squeak", the door was pushed open, and the person who came in was not someone else, it was Sansa Stark, her eyes were red, as if she had cried, she hadn't seen her for a long time, Du Yu didn't know what kind of mental journey she had experienced, and she was not interested in knowing, other people's pain and sorrow were someone else's, and there was no need to empathize.

"Aloin," Sansa called out after a moment's thought, not Count Marween, which was probably more cordial.

"Miss Sansa, why don't you sleep so late?" Du Yu silently put down the short sword in his hand, his eyes clear, and looked at Sansa's beautiful face.

"Aloin, I want to ask, my sister...... Well, how is my sister Arya? Sansa hesitated and ashamed, for it wasn't until she was just about to go to bed that Sansa remembered that she had forgotten to ask her sister.

"It's rare that you remember your sister, I thought you only remembered Joffrey's blonde hair." Du Yu's face was relatively cold, Sansa only inherited the red hair of the Tully family, but she did not have the Tully family's habit of putting her family first.

The expression of shame on Sansa's face became even thicker, she was just too indulged in fantasy romance, but she was not a ruthless person, and she was speechless for a long time.

"Well, you don't have to worry, your sister is fine, since you didn't think about it during the day, you don't need to think about it later." Du Yu's voice did not change at all, and he seemed reluctant to talk more.

"You are a gentle and beautiful girl, I promised your father to keep you safe, listen to me, you and your sister can reach the northern border of Lindong without any problems, don't make your own decisions, I don't want any more unnecessary trouble. Even if you want to see Joffrey, you have to tell me beforehand. If I don't agree, you can rest in this room. ”

"No, you can't! I'm not going back to Lindong to marry an ordinary knight or lord......" As soon as Sansa heard that Du Yu was in charge of herself and Joffrey's affairs like her father, her whole face changed, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes were full of disbelief, and she exclaimed in surprise.

"Quiet, this is your father's decision, and it is my promise, I don't want to be forced to break my vows because of your affection." Du Yu's face was even colder, and there was a hint of disgust. What's the use of beauty alone? No matter how beautiful a person is, if he gets in his way, he will not win the slightest sympathy from Du Yu.

"But no, you can't...... Your promise is your business, and you are not qualified to mind my business! I love Joffrey, Joffrey he loves me too, and the queen said that when I am an adult with him, we will be married, I will be queen, and my children will be princes, future kings. You can't take me away! ”

Sansa's heart is a mixture of rebellion and reluctance, as well as an indescribable fear.

"I thought you remembered your father in prison, tormented in the dungeons under the Red Keep." Du Yu's voice was like the cold wind of the winter of Sanjiu, which made Sansa can't help but shudder, and her face turned slightly pale.

"I remember, I know...... But ...... "Sansa still wants to defend something, but Du Yu has lost the interest in chatting with the little girl, and he has a lot of other things to do."

"Maybe you don't know what your father, Eddard Stark, is going through! Let me tell you. ”

"In the prison of the Red Fort, the straw laid on the floor is full of urine. There were no windows, no beds, not even a bucket. The walls were pale red, and the gray door was four feet thick and had iron nails nailed to it. When the door closes with a bang, you can't see anything clearly. There is not a ray of light here, and people are no different from blind people in it. ”

"The gods in the sky will not respond to him, the ministers of the world will not help him, I might as well tell you the truth, you are not young now, there is nothing to know, your father will definitely die, there is not even a trace of life, even if the king really does not kill him, does not cut off his head, his fate can only be to die in a dark prison."

"And you, as the eldest daughter of the Stark family, only think about fornicating with the enemy who killed your father every day, I really don't know what to say, maybe go back to Winter, and your mother will teach you well."

"......" Sansa didn't say anything more, her face couldn't be seen clearly with her long hair hanging down, and a faint sobbing sound came from her.

"Okay, you go back, get a good night's sleep, if you still want to know something, ask anything, then please talk about it tomorrow!" After speaking, Du Yu made a gesture to leave, Sansa wiped the tears on her eyes, said "um" softly, turned around and walked out with her head down.

"Alright, Count Varys, you can come out." Du Yu waited until Sansa left, and the footsteps gradually faded away, before whispering into the shadows, where there was no one before, the figure of a fat man in sackcloth and hood appeared out of thin air.