The king's return from Old Town to King's Landing was a triumph.

Jaehaerys thought so, and his subjects loved the king, and they were willing to share the fruits of their hard work with them, even if they were all fruits and grains.

Looking at the cheering people along the way, Jaehaerys was also very happy in his heart, and the kingdom was thriving.

Others knelt down on the road with some of the rebellious poor people's rally, begging for their own forgiveness, begging for the same pardon as the "red dogs."

A cheerful Jaehaerys forgave them on the condition that the sinful ones go north to join the Night's Watch at the Wall.

Hundreds of people took the oath to do so, including Robb the Starving, a leader of the Poor People's Rally.

This is the general trend, this is the king.

Uncle Megar's strength and father Innis's weakness were a wake-up call.

Jaehaerys was determined to temper his courage and kindness to the point of impachableness.

The Queen Regent and the Duke of Roga were sitting together in the carriage as they watched as the young king pronounced a verdict on the assembly of the poor, dressed in black or pardoned.

"It has only been a month since Jaehaerys wore the crown," said Queen Alesha, holding Duke Roga's right hand, "and the reconciliation of the Iron Throne with the Church was reached, bringing to an end the bloody struggle that had continued through the reigns of his father and uncle." ”

Duke Roga's left hand was placed behind Alesha, and he stroked it gently, responding affirmatively: "He will be a qualified king, but he is still young and needs some exercise." ”

The Queen Mother's face was slightly red, and she nodded and said softly:

"Will Jaehaerys agree to our union?"

"He will understand, true love can stand the test of age and status." Duke Roga frowned.

Duke Roga was married once, but his wife died young, and he died of a high fever less than a year after the marriage. The Queen Mother Regent, Alesha, was forty-two years old at the time, past the right age to give birth, and the Duke of Storm's End was ten years younger than her.

"We should have given him some time, and the news might be too hard for him to get used to." The Queen Mother finally sighed.

"Hmm."

Whether the encounter with the Queen Mother was out of a thirst for power and status, or a true feeling from the heart, perhaps only Duke Luo Jia understood in his heart.

The Duke quietly looked at Jaehaerys, who was giving a speech in front of the people, and an inexplicable glint flashed in his eyes.

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Riverbend, High Court.

The Tyrells of the High Court are one of the most important families of the Seven Kingdoms, ruling over the Riverlands. The Tyrells family was large and wealthy.

Rollin's entourage, which departed from the Old Town, arrived here after a few days of trekking.

The then-day head of the Tyrells, Duke Bertrand Tyrelll, hosted lavish receptions, freed up an entire stable to house the Dream Fire, and arranged for Queen Renee, Rollin, and the rest of Heronburg to live in a palatial and safe apartment in the depths of the High Court.

They spent more than a week enjoying the hospitality of Westeros' wealthiest family.

But as time passed, Rhaenenia became more and more uncomfortable with the hospitality, and one of the nuns in the castle asked her lady-in-waiting, Trinat, if the Queen Mother had a man she liked.

Sir Berland Rivers, the illegitimate son of the Duke of Bertrand and Peugeot, performed as best he could in front of Rhaenia, repeatedly boasting of his heroic deeds and showing off the scars left by his rebellion against Maegar's rule.

The Duke of Bertrand himself showed an unusual interest in the two dragon eggs brought by the Queen Mother, constantly inquiring about how and when they hatched. He even bluntly offered to buy two dragon eggs with a very considerable amount of gold.

Rhaenia finally realizes that Duke Tyrrell's hospitality is fake, and that underneath his false enthusiasm lies cunning calculations and exuberant ambitions.

On the one hand, the Duke attempted to marry his illegitimate son or descendant to her, thus tying up the Iron Throne, making the Tyrells the second largest family in the kingdom, surpassing the Hightowers, Baratheons, and Valerians.

On the other hand, the Duke also wants to get dragons, and if he can train dragon riders in the future, the Tyrells are expected to be on an equal footing with the Targaryens.

And what is Rollin doing at this time? He was surrounded by countless noble maidens of the Riverlands, who had heard that the Targaryens were staying at the High Court, and brought their daughters, nieces, and even their wives with them.

The status of women in the open river bend is transcendent, and now these women want a dragon species, and almost every night there are multiple women who secretly climb into Luo Lin's bed, power, wealth, status, with dragons you have everything.

The Targaryens were considered to be the closest family to God at this time, and the Doctors of the Academy summed up a Targaryen 'law of exception', the core of which is that they override the dogma of the church and secular ethics...... And they don't get sick.

This has become common knowledge since the "exile" Inar came to Dragonstone.

The Targaryens have never died of pox or blood plague, are not infected with erythema, brown legs, or epilepsy, and they are immune to the intractable diseases spread by many gods to men and women for unknown reasons, such as worm disease, lung coagulation, and acid intestine disease. It is believed that dragon's blood has fire, and that fire purifies and incinerates the plague.

As descendants of Valyria, the members of House Targaryen stand out among the lesser nobles of Westeros.

"My lord, please, please add me today, the Fosowe family will thank you for your generosity." A girl in a green dress pleaded outside Rollin's door.

The girl has a slender figure, plump breasts, and a bit of beauty, giving people a pure and lovely temperament.

Luo Lin, who was in an abnormal state of excitement, had dark circles under his eyes and said helplessly:

"Miss Iona, please line up and follow the order, I have indeed reached the limit today, and I can't add any more people."

These nobles have been a little impatient lately, probably sensing that Rhaenenia has already thought of leaving, and they have stayed in the High Court for too long.

Luo Lin closed the door, today's task must be completed, these efforts are all tasted, the nobles of the Riverbend Land will fund a large amount of gold dragons for his cause.

Sure enough, Rhaenia pulled Rollin out of bed early the next morning.

"Rollin, it's time for us to move on." Rhaenenia stared at the exhausted Rollin a little angrily, "The Duke of High Court has already complained about the cost of entertaining us and our entourage. ”

"Of course, their focus is actually on Dream Fire and you." Rollin spread his hands and looked at Rhaenia without thinking, "For the dragon, some people are afraid of it, and more people want to get it. And you can't forget Prince Aegon. ”

"Now that their patience is running out, they naturally want to send us away as soon as possible."

"Then let's go on today, those greedy eyes make me sick." Reyani's face was unhappy.

"Well, I'm going to tell Maester Ruhr that we've been here for too long."

Rollin wanted to make some extra money, but his body really couldn't resist it.

Bidding farewell to the 'hospitable' Duke Bertrand, Rollin and his party continued their journey.

Pulling back the wagon curtain and looking out, the narrow road was lined with large wheat fields. It is another season of seed germination and vitality.

The wheat seedlings that have just been hoeed, the green leaves of barley that have been replanted in the rice fields, and the grass that has just sprouted the tips of the grass by the river, by the roadside and on the bank of the canal, the dew drops are shimmering and shining.

Legend has it that the earliest king of the Riverlands was named 'Green Hand' Gals, and is also believed to be the ancestor of many families in the Riverlands.

Garth was the first to teach people to farm. He gave seeds to the people, taught them how to sow seeds, how to plough the land, how to care for grains, and how to harvest them.

Wherever the Green Hands go, farms, villages and orchards come alive.

Not only did Garth make the land fertile and productive, but he also 'sowed' seeds for many women, and he could make infertile women give birth again with a single touch, and even some old women who had lost their menstrual periods could give birth again.

Wherever he went, the nobles and the common people loved to offer him their chaste daughters, so that their crops would be good, and the fruit trees would be fruitful, and the maidens whom he opened* would conceive strong sons or beautiful daughters.

I also emulate the deeds of the ancestor 'Green Hand' Garth in the riverbend, and I don't know how many seeds have sprouted and grown.