With the main force of the Hewan South Route Army also withdrawn to the fruit wine hall, it has completely become a huge military camp.

A chilling aura of slaughter began to hover over the castle, converging, but it was always so breathless that it could not be formed.

In the hall of the castle, a military meeting was being held at this time.

At the top of the House of Fossowe sat Lady Olenna, who looked a little haggard, her eyes fixed on the ground, not knowing what to think.

Count Randolph Tully and Count Matus Rowan sat on either side, the former with a blank face, and the latter without hiding his anger and hatred.

Samwell stood beside Earl Landau, looking at the noisy riverbend nobles below, but his gaze was unfocused.

"There must be no compromise with the rebels!" Viscount Renard Wiber of the Cold Trench shouted angrily, "If betrayal goes unpunished, then who will keep the oath in the future?" Who will play for the High Court? Who will respect the Tyrells? ”

"But if we don't compromise, are we going to storm the High Court?" Count Gonzey Green asked worriedly.

"I think it's time to storm the High Court! It's not just the High Court, it's the Ancient Oak City! We should kill all the traitors of the Oakhut family! Count Eustace Osgray exclaimed, "This is the response to betrayal!" ”

"If you want to kill, you might as well start with the wine hall and the table burger." Count Gonzey sneered, "Both the Fossoway family and the Marevis family were involved in the betrayal, so you might as well lead the army to wash the two families in blood first." ”

"The Maryweiss family has regained their loyalty!" Countess Tanya Marryway hurriedly made a statement, and at the same time looked at Samwell.

The man gave her a reassuring look.

She was immediately encouraged, straightened her chest, and said, "I also support the storming of the High Court!" Only by letting the rebels know our resoluteness will they be willing to sit down and talk. ”

Gonzai immediately objected: "Storm the High Court? What to do with the Duke of Metz in the city? And what about so many Tyrells family members? You have also seen that the rebels really dare to kill! This time I sent Arran Tyrrell's head, who will it be next time? ”

Unfortunately, his remarks attracted more opposition:

"Who else would the rebels dare to kill? Duke Metz, do they dare to kill? Or Vilas? Garland? If they dare to touch the men of the main branch of Tyrell, this vengeance will not end! ”

"That's right, if you compromise with the rebels this time, then everyone will learn from it in the future, and what prestige does the Tyrells have to speak of?"

"Yes, it must be fought back!"

……

At present, after all, the Malay Party is in power, and the backbone of the Deer Party has joined the rebels openly and secretly, so it is not surprising that such a situation has appeared in the hall.

Seeing that the crowd was excited and wanted to take tough measures against the rebels, Count Matus Rowan spoke:

"Lady Olenna, what do you think should be done?"

This is to incite the atmosphere, to erect the Queen of Thorns, the means are simple, but effective.

Madame Olenna's small eyes stared at Count Matus for a long time, then slowly swept the hall, and finally spoke:

"As an old mother, an old grandmother, I only hope that my son, my grandson, will come back safely. Therefore, don't say anything about storming the High Court. Once they cornered the rebels, they did anything. You don't want to be infamy-saddled with forcing yourself to be crowned. ”

"Lady Olenna." Earl Landau spoke at this point, "You have a point. It's better not to attack easily. But we still have to take a tough attitude, otherwise the rebels will not talk to us properly. In this case, I suggest besieging the High Court first, and then sending emissaries into the city to negotiate with the rebels. ”

The idea of a siege is less radical. Lady Olenna's face softened slightly, and she nodded:

"Okay, just do as you say. Remember not to anger the rebels. ”

Count Landau exchanged glances with his son, both disappointed in Lady Olenna's attitude.

Count Matus suddenly asked, "Lady Olenna, where is Count Pexter now?" Why is the Iron People wreaking havoc on the Mandeb River, but the Qingting Island fleet can't even see a shadow? ”

"I don't think I have returned from the Stormlands yet......" Lady Olenna's tone was a little weak.

I'm afraid she also guessed that her nephew was most likely involved in this rebellion.

"We haven't seen the fleet of Qingting Island in the Storm Lands." Count Matus snorted lightly, "Moreover, I don't believe that Paxter will take all the warships on Qingting Island to the Stormlands. ”

"I will personally write to Qingting Island and ask the Redwin family to send troops." Lady Olenna said.

The Count of Matus also kept his mouth shut at the right time.

His purpose has been achieved, and there is no need for Mrs. Olenna to be unable to step down.

This rebellion is essentially a struggle between the horse party and the deer party, and Count Matus will not let go of this opportunity to attack his opponent.

Especially the backbone of the deer party like the Redwin family on Qingting Island.

"Okay, you go and prepare." Lady Olenna said, "Loras Tyrell will be in charge of this operation, and Matus and Randolph, you two will assist him." ”

"Sir Loras hasn't commanded such a battle yet." Count Matus questioned.

Madame Olena frowned, and was about to speak, but heard Count Landau say:

"I also don't think Sir Loras is suitable. He is still too young and has little experience, and the city is full of his relatives, so it is inevitable that he will be constrained, so it is better to choose someone else. ”

Lady Olenna's face was visibly gloomy, and she looked at her little grandson and said:

"Loras, what do you think of yourself?"

"I'm ......" Loras Tyrell stood in the crowd, her face struggling.

He wanted to tear the rebels to pieces, but he was extremely worried.

This time the rebels sent the head of Arran, if they besieged the city, whose head would the rebels send?

Garland's? Vilas's? Or is it the father's?

What will he do then? Assault or retreat?

Loras didn't dare to think about it.

For a moment, Loras was at a loss, and already had the intention of retreating: "Lord Lan Dao is right, I may not be suitable......"

Lady Olenna glared at Loras with a hateful gaze and looked at the others:

"What do you think?"

"I think Count Landau is the most suitable." Count Matus was the first to speak.

"I also think Randolph-sama is suitable."

"Yes, Lord Lan Dao is a famous general in Hewan, and he is completely competent."

……

There are more and more voices that echo it.

Samwell also spoke, "Lady Olenna, rest assured, my father will help the Tyrells regain the High Court. ”

Lady Olenna looked at him, "What about my sons and grandchildren?" ”

"We'll make sure they're safe and sound." Samwell said solemnly.

Lady Olenna stared into his eyes for a long time before finally nodding:

"Okay, remember your promise."

The meeting finally ended.

While Earl Landau was going to reorganize his army and prepare to leave for the High Court, Samwell came to the Seven Sacred Churches.

Arran Tyrrell's coffin was placed in front of the stranger's idol, and the Silent Sisters tended to her body.

Since the rebels only sent her head, the Silent Sisters made a body out of silk clothes and placed their head on it.

In this way, Yalan still looks like that beautiful and moving girl from the high court.

Margaery knelt before the statue of the Virgin, touched and prayed.

Samwell stood behind her, not speaking.

After praying, Margaery slowly got up and turned around:

"Is the meeting over?"

"Hmm." Samwell nodded, "We will send troops to besiege the High Court and then send people to negotiate with the rebels." ”

Margaery's face was sad: "Does this work?" The rebels' purpose is to kill you! If they don't agree to this condition, they won't let him go. ”

"I have a way." Samwell hugged his fiancée into his arms, only to feel that her body was like a thin petal that shattered at the touch, "You have to have faith in me. ”

"Hmm. I believe you. ”

The two hugged each other for a long time, silent.

"Alright, I'm leaving." Samwell finally let go of the girl gently.

Margaery suddenly hugged him, as if she was afraid that he would leave.

But after a moment, she let go of her hand.

"You must come back safely!" She admonished.

At the same time, he took the man's hand and put it on his slightly bulging lower abdomen, "The baby and I are waiting for you." ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Samwell seems to be able to feel a faint heartbeat.

"Definitely." Samwell tried to put on a relaxed expression, "When have I ever let you down?" ”

Margaery nodded, stood on tiptoe, and offered a kiss.

Ice was cold, with the smell of tears.

It took Samwell a great deal of perseverance to turn away.

Margaery watched the man's back disappear outside the door, and finally couldn't hold back the tears that came out of her eyes.

She suddenly remembered the old woman she had met at the Bitter Bridge before, and those dream words that seemed to be gibberish—

Roses will fall from the branches in dust, drowned in sorrow and tears......

Is that what it means?

Margaery could only pray for mercy from the Virgin Mary to let her grief and tears stop there.

Turning around, Margaery came to her cousin's coffin.

The Silent Sisters were sprinkling rose petals inside, and bright red dots were slightly messy all over Yalan's body, making her pale face less terrifying.

At this moment, the gentle and shy cousin seemed to be right in front of him.

Smile at her.

Memories of the past came flooding her down, making her almost unsteady on her feet.

There was a loud military horn outside the city, accompanied by a burst of shouts of "For the High Court", which was extremely exciting.

But Margaery couldn't get uplifted.

She knew how tricky the rebellion was, and even though Samwell had made a promise, she couldn't dispel her fears.

For a moment, she suddenly regretted it.

It's not that I regret choosing Samwell, but I regret why I brought him to the High Court in the first place.

If, after leaving the city, they fled Westeros and went to the other side of the Narrow Sea, to a place where no one knew each other, would they not be involved in these power struggles.

Perhaps this is the punishment of the gods for their own ambitions.

Margaery suddenly didn't want to be queen.

The cries outside the city faded away, and the army marched out.

If Arlan was still alive, he would definitely go to the city to watch.

In the past, every time a large army went out to Hewan, she always liked to hold a bouquet of roses and hesitate to give them to whom.

But she was too shy to give it away.

"Give her a bouquet of roses." Margaery spoke.

The Silent Sisters nodded silently and went to find a bouquet of roses to place in Arran's "hand".

Margaery's vision blurred again, and she choked up:

"That looks a lot better, right?"

The Silent Sisters did not answer.

They are messengers of death, wives of strangers, and never talk to the living.

But it is said to be able to communicate with the dead.

Margaery was suddenly jealous.

(End of chapter)