Chapter 429 Bad News

King's Landing City, Red Castle.

"Little Devil" Tyrion Lannister felt like his waist was about to break.

Judging from the sky outside the window, it should have just dawned.

Another sleepless night.

Tyrion rubbed his sore eyes, left the desk, and wet his face with cold water from the basin by the window.

Then he went to squat in a pit unhurriedly.

When he came out again, the attendant outside the door had heard the movement and prepared breakfast for him.

"Good morning, Podrick."

"Good morning, Lord Tyrion. You seem to be in a good mood."

"Ha!" Tyrion shook his messy hair and showed a bitter smile, "Of course. Our food can only last for another half a month. Do you think such good news is worth being happy?"

Podrick was stunned for a long time before saying:

"My lord...you are joking, right?"

Tyrion watched the servant's face turn from red to white, and realized that he should not disclose such important information casually.

Sure enough, my uncle is right, my stinky mouth will bring me into big trouble sooner or later. Tyrion corrected himself with a smile:

"Yes, it was a joke."

"You really scared me." Podrick heaved a sigh of relief.

Tyrion looked at the attendants who had returned to normal, but said nothing.

After breakfast in silence, Tyrion put on a coat and went to the Prime Minister's Tower.

When I found Duke Tywin Lannister in the study, the other party was buried in writing something.

Seeing Tyrion walking in, Duke Tywin just glanced at his son, then buried his head again.

"Father, do you want to hear some good news?"

"explain."

"We're running out of food."

Duke Tywin finally looked up again, looking at his son with an inexplicable gaze:

"This is what you call good news?"

Tyrion shrugged: "The food can last for another two weeks. Compared to running out of food now, is it not good news?"

Duke Tywin pursed his lips, as if holding back his anger:

"Since you are in charge of logistics, then find a way to get food."

"What can I do?" Tyrion spread his hands, "You may not know that there has been no food in the riverlands for a long time. Apparently, the nobles of the Three Rivers started to rebel after seeing Riverrun's rebellion and we had nothing to do. ready to move.

So, if you want to continue to provide food in the riverland, I'm afraid you have to find a way to kill that 'black fish'. "

"It is impossible for us to take out the army to manage Riverrun." Duke Tywin said firmly, "You go to the king's land to search for food."

"How much food can there be in such a small place in the king's collar?"

"There is also Junlin City. All grain shops will be closed from now on, and the grain will be collected and distributed in a unified manner."

Tyrion said worriedly:

"King's Landing is a hornet's nest, are you sure you want to confiscate the food in the city?"

"I'm just giving advice." Duke Tywin said, "You decide what to do. The bottom line is that the army must not run out of food!"

Tyrion whistled:

"Thanks for your suggestion, the problem is solved!"

Duke Tywin obviously had enough of his son's ridicule, lowered his head again, and said coldly:

"If there is nothing else, you can go out. Also, don't forget that we are entertaining Braavosi today, dress decently, and bring your fiance to the banquet."

"Oh, my beautiful fiancee." Tyrion chuckled, "Aren't you afraid that she will yell at the banquet that she is not the real Sansa Stark?"

Duke Tywin didn't raise his head: "So, you should learn how to control your wife's mouth."

"I can't control my mouth," Tyrion said.

Seeing that Duke Tywin was about to erupt, and Tyrion ran away in a hurry, he felt a complicated and weird pleasure in his heart.

Going out, Tyrion thought about it, and went to see his fiance.

The girl was still silent as usual, fearful, timid and cautious when speaking.

Tyrion felt bored, and told the other party that he would take her to a banquet later, he got up and left.

It wasn't until night fell that he came here again and brought her to the banquet.

The banquet was held in the Throne Hall. Before entering the door, Tyrion heard the sound of exotic orchestral instruments playing.

"Lord Gormon." Tyrion saw the Grand Maester passing by in a hurry, "Don't worry, the banquet hasn't officially started yet."

Grand Maester Gormon stopped, stuffed a letter into Tyrion's hand, and said:

"Master Tyrion, you should pass this news to Lord Tywin."

"Looking at you, it must be bad news." Tyrion muttered dissatisfied.

Grand Maester sighed: "It is indeed bad news, Braavos, something happened."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, as if he was afraid of being angered.

Tyrion was stunned for a moment, then unfolded the letter, and after a quick glance, he said to himself in a complex tone:

"Gods, you really like to joke."

"What's the matter?" asked Jenny Poole from the sidelines.

"The old Sea King of Braavos staged a coup and cleaned up a large number of nobles."

Jenny obviously didn't understand the meaning of these words: "Old Sea King? A coup? Then... what does this have to do with us?"

"If Tormo learns the news, he will lead the fleet back immediately."

Tyrion took a few quick steps with his fiancee and entered the hall.

"Go and sit first." Tyrion settled Jenny, and then went straight to the high platform ahead.

On the dais, the young King Tommen Baratheon sat in the shadow of the Iron Throne, eating his mouth watering.

On his left, Lord Tywin, Queen Cersei and others sat in the Hand of the King, and the Braavosi sat on the right of the king.

Seeing Tyrion walking quickly, Cersei said coldly:

"Tyrion, your place is below."

"I know where I am." Tyrion replied casually, then walked quickly to Duke Tywin, handed the letter over, and said in a low voice, "There is another bad news."

Duke Tywin read the letter again, the expression on his face did not change, he just asked softly:

"Who else knows this news?"

"Scholar Gormon."

"You immediately lead someone to control Ge Meng."

Tyrion was slightly startled, but immediately came to his senses:

"Are you trying to hide the news?"

Tywin didn't speak, but the meaning was already very clear.

"Lord Tywin, what happened?" Tormo the Braavos asked curiously.

"Nothing." Duke Tywin replied, "It's just that some mobs in the city are rioting. Tyrion, you should take people to suppress it now, and don't let the riot spread."

Tyrion took a deep look at his father and said:

"yes."

After Tyrion left, Duke Tywin suddenly got up and said to Tormo:

"Your Excellency Tolmo, thank you for coming so far to support. The Lannister family will always remember this friendship in their hearts."

"Lord Tywin, you are very polite. I will never forget the Lannister family's support."

Duke Tywin nodded, suddenly changed the topic, and said:

"However, with your fleet here, I am afraid that Caesar's army will not dare to cross the river."

"That's true, I can't wait here forever. I wonder if you have any good ideas?"

"You can pretend to withdraw your troops and lure Caesar to attack. When the army is halfway through, you will lead the fleet back and cut them off."

Tolmo expressed his thoughts: "But we come and go, will Caesar be so easy to be fooled?"

Duke Tywin's eyes shone with gold:

"We can spread some rumors so that Caesar will believe that you really have withdrawn."

"What kind of rumor?"

"Like a rebellion in Braavos."

"That's a good idea." Tormo laughed loudly, but at the same time, he was slightly startled in his heart, being frightened by this possibility.

Jenny Poole listened to the conversation between the two on the high platform, and her heart jumped.

She wanted to stand up several times and expose Tywin's lies, but she never had the courage.

Until Tyrion came back to the Great Hall and sat down beside her.

"Are you okay? Jenny, your face is so pale."

"I am Sansa Stark, my lord." Jenny reminded subconsciously.

Then I am still a tall and handsome brother. Tyrion laughed at himself and said:

"Okay, don't be afraid, as long as you are obedient, I can guarantee your safety."

"Yes, my lord." Jenny lowered her head and stopped talking.

(end of this chapter)