Game of Thrones: Joffrey the Chosen

Chapter 115 A Win-Win Situation

Chapter 115 A Win-Win Situation

Joffrey didn't want to bear the infamy of killing his uncle.

The Seven Gods don't care about this or that; those who kill their own relatives will be cursed.

But on the battlefield, swords and spears have no eyes; killing the enemy commander is glorious and legitimate.

For example, a wound caused by a soldier's mistake, or a crossbow bolt flying in the chaos of battle, as long as it has nothing to do with him, it's fine.

Therefore, Joffrey had already made up his mind.

If Renly dies, everyone must take good care of his body.

Never try to please him by sending him a bunch of dismembered limbs or showing off a head on a gun.

This forced Joffrey to seek out Sister Silent to resew his hands and feet back together before transporting them back to Storm's End for a proper burial.

But now.

Joffrey looked at the fluttering, colorful stripes and couldn't help but curse inwardly.

damn it.

Wearing inconspicuous armor, an unassuming messenger, carrying a peace banner representing the seven gods.

Although the flag has no real power, normal people would not attack the people below it.

Besides, what if some warlord is so afraid of being defeated that he wants to surrender to him at this time?

The messenger was allowed in.

I lifted the mask and took a look.

Damn it, Lanley.

Still perfectly healthy, with no problems whatsoever.

The two of them stared at each other awkwardly in front of tens of thousands of people.

Lan Li dismounted, planted the flag in the ground, and spoke several times, but in the end he just rubbed his hands nervously.

"Your Majesty, so you really are not dead." He managed to utter a sentence.

Joffrey didn't know how to respond.

This was originally his best weapon.

When countless nobles from the Reach or Stormlands uttered these words, they were essentially announcing their allegiance to him.

But now, it's coming out of the mouth of the very person Joffrey least wants to see.

If we meet before we fight, we can resolve this conflict peacefully.

After the fight, we met once, but all we could do was hold Joffrey up; there was nothing else we could do.

So, it's hard to tell whether this third uncle is clever or reckless, or whether he's obsessed with saving face or shameless.

A few heartbeats later.

Joffrey figured it out.

He suddenly jumped off his horse, rushed over, and, seven paces away, began to weep sincerely.

It's like Zhuge Liang mourning Zhou Yu, Uncle Si weeping for his nephew, and Li Er suckling at his own father.

"Third Uncle! You've been deceived by villains for so long, but you've finally come to realize the truth!"

"Who is it? Who is it!"

"Who instigated you to rebel against me?"

"I will never have the heart of a weak woman. As long as I am king, the crime of treason will be severely punished! I will definitely cut off his head!"

His nephew, the current King of the Iron Throne, Joffrey, shouted with such fervor.

This even caused his soldiers to grit their teeth and glare at each other, each wanting to tear that villain to pieces.

Lanli opened his mouth: "Ah—uh—"

Gods, how could he know who it was?

Too many things happened and it was too chaotic those few nights.

The eldest brother crossed the sea, the nephew was assassinated, and the prime minister and the empress dowager conspired.

So he was blinded by greed and thought he could take a gamble and turn Storm's End into the Red Keep.

After howling for a while, the nephew suddenly seemed to realize something and said...

"Is it your wife, that girl from the Gao Ting family, who's been whispering in your ear?"

Margaret? It was Loras who actually instigated him to raise an army.

"It's still—it's still Randy Tarly, that Earl of Hornhill!"

This is a fool who only knows how to fight.

"It must be them!" the king said with certainty.

"Because Father did not give them any benefits back then, and last year he appointed Lord Ed as Prime Minister."

"The Earl of Randyll has always resented the Hand of the Prime Minister for defeating him more than a decade ago, and the Tyrell family is also trying to gain control of King's Landing."

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"They conspired together and then sent people to bewitch you, thus igniting the civil war on the Iron Throne."

The king rose from the ground, his eyes flashing with a captivating light, like a demonic wildfire, or like two golden suns swirling around him.

He took two steps closer.

"Yes and no!"

surely not.

"Yes—" Lan Li murmured a single word.

It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death, otherwise why would he risk running away?

By the time Joffrey's reinforcements arrived on the battlefield, their plan to attack the Kingslayer had already failed.

Renly had already intended to retreat at that time.

Although Highhold has been lost, Oldtown cannot be threatened in the short term, and Windbreak Fortress is also in our hands.

News also came from Dorne that Prince Oberyn Martell, the Red Viper, had agreed to provide assistance in his personal capacity, on the condition that the Mountain's head and Tywin Lannister apologize, and that justice belatedly served.

The war can be dragged on.

But they can only stall for time; their chances of victory are extremely slim.

Because the other side kept shouting, "King Joffrey is here."

He told everyone this himself, a dead spirit.

And there was that white deer, the one Renly had seen, the white deer that Joffrey had tamed himself.

In that instant, his heart wavered.

He wasn't sure if he could continue deceiving himself like this.

Lord Landau seemed to have seen through his thoughts and proposed a desperate, all-or-nothing strategy.

The enemy reinforcements have come a long way and must be exhausted, so they won't be very effective in combat.

If we can break through their defenses in one wave, rush straight to the royal banner, and kill the commander on the battlefield, the situation can be reversed instantly.

This also exposes Eddard and Cersei's deception, revealing that they have been using an imposter to impersonate them.

but.

What if it really is his nephew?

But thinking about these things was useless; their last struggle had failed.

The attack had no effect; the army did not reveal any weaknesses.

Afterwards, Earl Landau rallied his remaining troops, intending to continue the fight.

But Renly had had enough.

He lost.

But he wanted to confirm whether his nephew was dead or not, and what exactly happened at the Red Castle that day.

Renly was quite familiar with Joffrey and knew that his nephew was very generous.

What if we can spare his life?

"That's good." The king's voice brought him back to reality.

"On second thought, I realized that if I rashly pronounced a death sentence, it might cause panic among the seven kingdoms."

"But there are too many families involved, and it would be too time-consuming and energy-intensive to try them one by one."

"

"Let's not behead them. I want to show them mercy like my father did."

It seems that what I said before was just to scare him.

"The White Walkers are attacking, and the Wall is desperately short of manpower. Commander Mormont has come to ask for more men many times."

"I'll just send them there; it'll be perfect for both of us."

"What do you think?"

Renly lowered his head.

He's never been to the Great Wall.

When his brother went to invite Eddard, he took the royal family with him, so Eddard was planning to do something underhanded in King's Landing at that time.

As a result, I didn't have the opportunity to experience the scenery of the North.

"I'd like to go there and see it too," Renly said with a sigh of relief.