King's Landing, the capital of the Seven Kingdoms, is located on the east coast of Westeros, overlooking Blackwater Bay.

Three hundred years ago, Aegon Targaryen landed here, armed with three dragons, and began his path to conquest.

After the conquest, Aegon was crowned "King of the Andals, Roynars, and Ancestors, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Guardian of the Realm" in Old Town.

It is said that the Hightowers humbly offered to dedicate the Old Town to the Targaryens as the capital to rule the Seven Kingdoms, but Aegon eventually rejected the offer for some reason.

Instead of choosing the most prosperous city in Westeros as his capital at the time, he built a new city at the mouth of the Blackwater River where he landed, King's Landing.

Meaning, the place where the king came.

Three hundred years later, what was once a small fishing village in the estuary has now become the largest city in Westeros with a population of 500,000.

After the Raiders War, the Targaryen dynasty fell, and the Baratheons continued to use King's Landing as the capital of the Seven Kingdoms.

This not old city, still thriving, but it is also faltering under the pressure of a population that exceeds the limits of its time.

In the southeast corner of the city, on the hills of Aegon, lies the Royal Castle, the Red Fort.

This magnificent castle made of light red rock, like a sleeping dragon, crawls silently among the rocks, silently watching everything.

Chancellor of the Exchequer, Petyr "Littlefinger" Bertil "Littlefinger", rode through the towering bronze gates of the Red Keep, his cloak glittering in the sunlight. He seemed to be in a good mood today, and nodded with a smile to every guard and servant he met along the way.

Walking into the council hall, Petyr discovers that the Hand of the King, Duke Jon Arryn, has arrived.

The Hand of the King, also known as the Imperial Prime Minister, is the King's chief advisor and executor of orders, and is responsible for managing the day-to-day operations of the Seven Kingdoms.

The hand of the king, who was over seventy years old, was old, his once dazzling blonde hair was now gray, and his broad and thick shoulders were gradually softening in the process of dealing with all kinds of complicated government affairs.

Only those blue eyes are still as sharp as ever.

When Duke Jon saw Petyr, he nodded to the Chancellor of the Exchequer, who had been picked up by his own hand, and then looked back at the paperwork in his hand.

Petyr bowed, and sat down at his place, knowing that the old duke did not like to be disturbed while he was thinking, he sat quietly, his eyes wandering aimlessly in the hall.

The chamber was lavishly furnished, with intricately patterned Mill carpets on the floor, beautiful paintings from around the world on the walls, and a pair of Valyrian sphinxes flanked by doors with piercing eyes that seemed to be staring at the bored Chancellor of the Exchequer.

While waiting, the rest of the cabinet ministers also entered the chamber one after another.

Stannis Baratheon, Lord of the Sea, Varys, Director of Intelligence, and Paisir, University Scholar.

The Hand of Kings, Duke Jon, finally looked up and asked, "Are you all here?" ”

Varys, the intelligence chief known as the "eight-clawed spider", smiled softly and greasyly, and said:

"With the exception of the Minister of Justice, Lord Lan Li, who is on vacation, and Lord Barristan, the captain of the Kingsguard who accompanied His Majesty on the hunt, they are all here."

In fact, there is one less person that Varys has mentioned, and that is King Robert Baratheon.

But it was the norm for His Majesty to be absent from the Imperial Council, and if he did appear here, it would be the sun coming out of the west.

After winning the throne, the brave and warlike king threw it aside like a child who snatched a toy and lost interest in it in an instant, indulging in wine, hunting, and witches, and throwing all the affairs of state to his adoptive father, the Hand of the King, the Duke Jon Arryn.

It was as if the old duke was no longer just the "hand of the king", but also the head, eyes, and ears of the king...... And the king himself only kept a drinking mouth and a dick who played with women.

"Okay, let's get started." Duke Jon tapped lightly on the table and said, "Let's discuss the dispute between Riverbend and Dorne first, you all know about it, right?" Any comments? ”

After a moment of silence, the intelligence director "Octopus Spider" Varys said in a sweet voice:

"Didn't Lord Petyr just come back from Eagle's Beak Island, so he must know the reason for this."

"Littlefinger" Petyr looked at the meaningful gaze cast by Varys, and secretly cursed a dead eunuch in his heart, then smiled slightly, and said:

"I just went to investigate the silver mine found on Eagle's Beak Island and arranged for the casting of silver deer, and I didn't know anything about this dispute."

Varys pretended to be surprised and raised his hand to cover his mouth: "I didn't expect that a small silver mine would also need to be run by Lord Petyr himself." ”

"This is the duty of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and the Kingdom's finances are indeed a little tight now, and it is not easy to find a new silver mine, of course I have to go and see it myself."

Varys seemed to want to say something more, but Duke Jon coughed lightly and pulled the topic back:

"Alright, Petyr, then tell me what you think of that Eagle's Beak Pioneer Knight."

Petyr nodded at the old duke and said, "Sir Caesar is a great knight, but he is also a knight who refuses to suffer. ”

Duke Jon nodded silently, as if he understood something.

He then looked at the Chief of Intelligence, Varys, and asked, "Lord Varys, what is your opinion?" ”

Varys twisted his fat body and said with a coquettish smile:

"My lord, I've got a lot of new news. The dispute was no longer confined to Hawksbill Island and Starfall City, almost all the lords of the western part of Dorne had sent troops, and as for the Bend side, the Tully family, the Florentine family, the Redwin family, the Mulendal family, and the Kuyi family had also sent troops. Wow, it's not a small stance. ”

Duke Jon's brow furrowed suddenly, "The Martell family and the Tyrell family have issued a war order?" ”

"Not really." Varys shook his shiny bald head, "However, Princess Alyne Martell is in Starfall right now, and it was she who issued a conscription order to the nearby Lord of Dorne. As for the Tyrells, they haven't moved. ”

Hearing this, the Lord of the Sea, Duke of Dragonstone, Stannis Baratheon, who had been silent, spoke:

"The Tyrells are not moving? Then how could there be so many Bend Lords in the war? ”

The king's eldest brother was not very tall, but he was strong, his skin was as hard as iron from the long sun, and although he was not yet thirty-five years old, his hair was about to fall out, and only a circle of fine black hair was blackened, like the shadow of a crown.

His tone was dry and hard, and he spoke to anyone as if he were interrogating a prisoner.

Fortunately, Varys had long been accustomed to Stannis's temperament, and knew that he was not targeting himself, so he smiled:

"The Tyrells really didn't move, and as for why those riverbend lords sent troops to support Hawksbill Island, then I don't know."

Petyr sneered, "Your little birds didn't tell you why the Lords of the Bend sent their troops? ”

"My little birds only have eyes, ears and beaks, and they only tell me what they hear and see, and as for what is hidden behind them, we need to analyze and speculate on it ourselves."

"I didn't expect the little birds you trained to be so stupid......"

"That's enough." Duke Jon slapped the table, interrupting the bickering of Petyr and Varys once more.

He sighed, turned his head to Paiselle, who was sitting at the end of the long table, and asked:

"What is your opinion, Lord Paisier?"

Paisher didn't move.

"Master Paisel? Master Paischer? ”