The huge motorcade slowly drove out of the High Court.

Both sides of the road were crowded with people who had come to see them off.

On a luxury carriage carved with hundreds of golden roses carved on the side, Margaery Tyrelll, the "Rose of the High Court", lifted the curtains and waved to the crowd on the side of the road.

Whenever she passed, the crowd erupted in cheers, women holding up their children for her blessings, men staring at her beautiful face and chanting her name, and children excitedly sprinkled bright rose petals on the top of her head until her brown curls became multicolored.

The convoy drove nearly five miles along Rose Avenue before the crowd of people saw off gradually thinned out.

Margaery lowered the curtain and, with the help of the maid, cleaned the petals from her body, and washed her face with warm spring water.

"I'm afraid no nobleman has won so much love from the commoners as you."

Garland Tyrell looked at his sister with a smile and sighed.

Margaery untied her hair and let her long, soft, curly hair fall over her shoulders, and smiled:

"How so. There are too many nobles who are more famous than me, Aegon the 'Conqueror', Namelia, the Queen of Warriors, and Saven 'Mirror Shield'...... Their story is known to everyone. ”

"It's different." Garland shook his head, "Aegon Targaryen's power and fame come from his dragons, Nymeria conquered Dorne with a halberd, Saven 'Mirror Shield' can be recited by bards to this day because he can defeat the dragon and rescue the princess, people are more in awe of them than love, but throughout the ages, there are really few nobles who can conquer the people without relying on force." ”

"And what about Baylor I? He didn't rely on force to win the hearts and minds of the people. ”

"It is true that the 'blessed' Baylor did not rely on force, but he borrowed the brilliance of the Seven Gods, and besides, he was too fanatical and made many foolish decisions." Garland looked at his sister with burning eyes, "This time I go to King's Landing, I believe that you will be able to conquer the people there with your charm, and even win the love that no king in the history of the Iron Throne has ever received." ”

"Brother, I'm embarrassed about what you said. If outsiders heard about it, they would think that we Tyrells were a bunch of arrogant lunatics. ”

"Hahaha......" Garland laughed, and no longer continued the topic just now, and said instead, "I wanted Velas to come with me this time, just to distract myself, but unfortunately he refused." ”

Thinking of the feud between her eldest brother Villas and Prince Oberon, Margaery shook her head:

"It's better not to, otherwise Velas will run into Prince Oberon, and who knows what will happen."

Garland smiled coldly: "I just want my eldest brother to come and watch Oberon Martell be tried with his own eyes, and even be convicted and beheaded!" ”

Margaery changed positions in the soft chaise longue and said with some unease:

"I don't really want to see Prince Oberon convicted......"

Garland couldn't help frowning and reminded:

"Sister, have you forgotten that this 'red snake' broke our brother's leg?"

"I certainly haven't forgotten. I have not forgotten the millennia of hatred between Riverbend and Dorne. But...... You know, even though it's been so long, in the dead of night, I can't help but think of the scene when Duke Jon Arryn died, and his last cry always echoes in my ears......"

"I think about it a lot, too." Garland nodded solemnly, "Duke Jon is a venerable old man. ”

"yes." Margaery reached out and stroked the messy hair around her ears, her brown eyes flashing with a glimmer, "Before Duke Jon died, he said that he believed that Prince Oberon was not the murderer who poisoned him, but he didn't want his death to cause a more violent conflict. If His Majesty had found Prince Oberon guilty, perhaps Duke Jon's hard work would have been in vain. ”

Garland shrugged: "But guilt is guilt." The Seven would not tolerate people like Oberon Martell taking advantage of Duke Jon's kindness. ”

"Speaking of which, I don't really believe that Prince Oberon could be the murderer of Duke Jon."

Garland looked at his sister with an incredulous gaze and exclaimed:

"Oh, Margaery, how can you have such an idea? As you can see, Oberon clearly wanted to kill Duke Jon. Everybody thinks so. ”

"No, not everyone." A faint smile tugged at the corner of Margaery's mouth, "Baron Caesar also feels that Prince Oberon is not the real murderer. ”

"Why?"

"When I saw off the Duke's body that day, Sam whispered to me that if it was really Prince Oberon who did it, then he would never appear at the banquet wearing armor and holding a halberd, for fear that others would not suspect him of being a murderer?"

Garland pondered for a moment, touched his chin and said, "There is some truth to this. But it is also possible that Oberon deliberately played this hand to clear his suspicions. And who else but this 'red viper' would poison Duke Jon? ”

"I don't know. Sam guessed that some conspirator might be deliberately trying to blame Prince Oberon for Duke Jon's death. ”

Garan laughed: "Sister, this Caesar Baron is very thoughtful. So does he know who this conspirator is? ”

"He didn't say it."

Garland spread his hands: "So, this guy is also pretending to be deep and guessing wildly." There are so many intrigues in this world. And of those present at the time, I can't think of anyone else who had the ability and motive to poison Duke Jon. ”

Margaery grinned, "Brother, but Grandmother agrees with Sam." ”

"Grandmother?" The smile on Garland's face vanished.

Of course, Garland did not dare to refute Lady Olenna's judgment easily, and the wisdom of this old lady was the key to the Tyrell family's ability to sit firmly as the Duke of High Court for half a century.

After a long time, Garland spoke again: "Did Grandmother say who was behind Duke Jon's death?" ”

"Nope. Grandmother didn't seem sure either. ”

"Did she say what we should pay attention to when we come to King's Landing?"

"Grandmother said, let's come here and watch a big show." As she said this, doubts appeared on Margaery's delicate face.

"A big show?"

"Yes. But the grandmother didn't say much. My guess is that she thinks there will be a follow-up to the death of Duke Jon, and if this is really a plot by some conspirator, then he will probably do the same in the trial of Prince Oberon. ”

Garland frowned and pondered for a moment, then finally smiled with relief:

"Forget it, even if there is a conspiracy, it is a conspiracy against Dorne, so let Martell have a headache. Since my grandmother just let us watch the play, it means that this conspiracy will not involve the high court. ”

Margaery nodded in agreement, "Yes." Compared to this, there was another thing that gave my grandmother a headache. ”

Garland immediately realized: "You're talking about Velas's marriage, right?" ”

"Yes." Margaery frowned lightly and sighed, "I know grandmother, she was really angry when she heard that Count Allister Floren refused to marry her granddaughter to Villas. ”

"Humph! I can't figure out what the hell that old guy in Bright Water City is thinking, even if Vilas breaks a leg, he is also the heir of the High Court, is he not worthy of his granddaughter? Garland was so angry that he slammed the book in his hand on the small table, "The old guy still wants to marry his granddaughter to Baron Caesar?" ”

Margaery shook her head slightly: "No, I heard that the little girl of the Florentine family is engaged to Dickon Tully. ”

"Deacon? Not his brother? ”

"It's not. However, in fact, the nature is similar. Grandmother thinks that the Florentine family has clearly rejected the olive branch extended by the Tyrells, and is bent on building an alliance with the Hornlingthali family, oh yes, this alliance will also add Eagle's Beak Island, and even Starfall City......"

"No wonder grandmother is angry." Garland pursed his lips, then suddenly thought of something, and said, "By the way, that Baron Caesar is not a knight who you personally enshrined, can't you use your charm to make him move closer to the High Court?" ”

Margaery rolled her lovely eyes: "Brother, you overestimate my charm. In fact, although Sam didn't say it explicitly, I knew that the High Court's silence during the last war with Dorne had carved a rift in his heart. Hey, if you want to make up for it in the future, I'm afraid it's not so easy. ”

"Who would have known that kid was so good at fighting." Garland also shook his head and sighed, "I'm afraid he'll be another Randolph Tully in the future, we really miscalculated last time." ”

Margaery sighed and fell silent, her fawn-like eyes shining as she wondered what she was thinking.

From the High Court, follow the Rose Avenue all the way north to King's Landing.

The Tyrells' convoy was not very fast, and they had stopped at the Bitter Bridge and the Royal Forest for a few days to recuperate, and by the time they arrived in King's Landing, it was already more than twenty days later.

"Loras!"

Margaery leaned out of the window and waved her arms at the third brother who came to greet her.

"Little sister, haha, long time no see, beautiful again!" Loras Tyrell rode a white horse to the side of the Wheel Palace, and when she saw the second brother, she also poked her head out, "Garland, why are you fat again!" ”

Garland threw the leftover husks in his hand at his younger brother and scolded with a smile: "Where am I fat!" ”

Loras dodged with a grin, "No, no. You are stronger. ”

Garland snorted lightly: "Boy, let's compare when we have time to see if your gun skills have fallen." ”

"Okay." Loras gladly agreed, "Let's go, I'll take you into the city!" ”

Margaery leaned against the window, looked at the towering city wall not far away, and asked:

"Is Your Majesty in the city?"

"Not there." Loras rode to the side of the carriage, "Your Majesty went to Winterfell. ”

"Winterfell?" A flash of surprise flashed in Margaery's eyes, "He's going to invite Eddard Stark, Duke of the North, to come to King's Landing as the Hand of the King, right?" ”

"That's right."

"It's really Duke Eddard." The corners of Margaery's mouth turned up slightly, "It seems that Grandmother is right, this Northern Wolf King is the true brother of our king." ”

(End of chapter)