iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 521 The True Dragon Returns to Its Nest 2
Sir Per kicked the horse's belly slowly and lightly, and the horse's hooves tapped the ground with a rhythmic clatter, approaching Princess Daenerys.

"Your Highness, the weather is getting colder. Being able to harvest a crop is a blessing from the old and new gods."

As he spoke, he raised his arm and pointed his soft leather-gloved hand into the distance. "Your Highness, look, most of the strong laborers are busy over there right now... They need not only food to fill their stomachs, but also stone houses and fireplaces that can withstand the severe cold."

Daenerys looked in the direction Ser Per pointed and paused. Her eyes watered. "I didn't expect that what I saw with my own eyes was completely different from what I read in the letters in the Eyrie. I had believed that the people here already had warm houses and hot food, ser."

Sir Per could not resonate with Daenerys' compassion for the people. He frowned and replied, "Your Highness, this is not the direct territory of the Crabbe family after all. The lord of Saltpans and the wealthy knights nearby have done their best to prevent their people from starving to death and have been so active in preparing for the winter. To be honest, this is already very commendable."

Out of loyalty, he reminded, "Strictly speaking, our support is for the lords and knights who have sworn allegiance to His Highness Green, not their people, my mistress."

The vassals of my vassals are not my vassals, and similarly, the subjects of my vassals are not considered to be subjects of Kleber.

Daenerys listened quietly, and at this moment she had a personal and profound understanding of the clear-cut power rules among the nobles.

At the same time, she suddenly understood why Green divided the support materials into several batches and sent them one after another.

She carefully recalled the many details in Green's feudal decree in her mind, and the clauses emerged clearly - if the number of people under the support of the vassal decreased, the amount of the next batch of support materials would be reduced. On the contrary, if the people's lives were stable or the population increased, the support would be increased as a reward.

Green acted extremely thoughtfully, and the name he used was also so clever. He announced to the outside world that it was to select truly outstanding people from among his vassal state so that they could assist him in better governing the Kleber territory in the future. Everything seemed so legitimate.

Thinking of this, Daenerys felt an indescribable admiration in her heart. It turned out that although His Highness Green seemed to be following the traditional rules among the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms, he had actually been silently saving the helpless people of the Seven Kingdoms in his own unique way!
She carefully connected Green's series of arrangements, and Daenerys suddenly felt as if she was looking up at a mountain at the sophisticated "methods" of her fiancé.

She was so proud of him!
Daenerys's breasts rose and fell slightly. She missed him so much and wanted to fly to him immediately.

"Thank you for your answer, sir."

Seeing that the princess, who had just been worried, suddenly became cheerful, although he was puzzled, Sir Pell did not show it, but said respectfully: "It is my pleasure, Your Highness."

Daenerys raised the corners of her mouth slightly, smiled, then looked at the winding road ahead and said, "Let's speed up."

After she finished speaking, she kicked her spurs, and the white horse beneath her neighed loudly, and galloped out like an arrow from a bow.

Seeing this, the people behind him immediately galloped in unison and followed closely behind. The huge team galloped away into the distance, raising a cloud of dust along the way.

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"Not only Flea Bottom, but the living environment of the entire city has been significantly improved. Prime Minister, you have made a great contribution. I think it won't be long before your name as Prime Minister will be known throughout the Seven Kingdoms."

"Yes, ahem, Grand Maester Pycelle has spoken our minds. Now we can hear praises of you everywhere... ahem!"

"Hmm, I heard that many theater troupes are currently choreographing plays such as "The Prime Minister's Arrival", "The Great Hand of the King", and "The Rose Prime Minister". I'm really looking forward to it."

“Perhaps, we can invite some theater troupes to perform in the Red Keep.”

The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows in the throne room.

At the royal meeting, Lord Mace Tyrell raised his chin slightly, stroked his carefully trimmed triangular beard, and listened to the praises of the royal ministers with a flushed face.

Regent Green sat at the head of the long table in the royal court. On his right were Prime Minister Mace, the Lord Admiral, and Earl Matus. On his left were Princess Arianne, Grand Maester Pycelle, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and Earl Gyles.

Green raised his hand and gestured, signaling the two young noblemen from Stormlands and the West, who he had recently promoted as court cupbearers, to pour wine for everyone.

When the wine was filled, Grand Maester Pycelle took a sip, secretly glanced at the Regent sitting in the King's Chair, and said, "Prime Minister, according to Earl Gyles's suggestion, perhaps we can use this opportunity to hold a banquet in the Prime Minister's Tower and invite all the nobles in King's Landing to celebrate the increasingly prosperous kingdom."

"this………"

Prime Minister Mace paused while stroking his beard, glanced at Green, and couldn't suppress the curled corners of his mouth: "There's no need to celebrate like this, I'm just fulfilling my duties as the Prime Minister."

Green took a sip of wine and put down his glass. Everyone's eyes turned to him. He smiled and said, "I agree with the Grand Secretary's suggestion. Our Prime Minister is too modest. Throughout the history of the kingdom, only Tai..."

After a slight pause, he continued, "I think few people can be compared with the Duke of Mace. We have all witnessed the changes in King's Landing with our own eyes. No one can deny the Prime Minister's outstanding contribution."

Prime Minister Mace could hardly hide his immense joy at the moment, even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes showed pride: "This... I can't refuse it, Your Highness the Regent, my Lords."

Green rarely joked in the royal meeting. He pretended to be serious and said: "It would be a dereliction of duty for the Prime Minister to refuse."

Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Metz burst into laughter.

As Lord Giles coughed, Pycelle quickly replied, "Of course. If you postpone, we will be uneasy, your Excellency."

Princess Arianne leaned against the high back of the Attorney General's chair with her full breasts and said with a smile, "If you really feel embarrassed, we shouldn't insist too much."

“………” Count Matus forced a smile and silently watched everyone talking.

Green glanced at Martell and announced directly, "It's decided. We will hold a banquet at the Hand's Tower tomorrow night. I will ask the Butler to make the arrangements."

The Duke of Metz sighed with a smile and said reluctantly: "Well, thank you, Regent, and thank you all, my Lords."

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The conference table in front of the emperor was filled with the good-natured laughter of the crowd.

After a while, Green raised his hand and said, "Grandmaster, next topic."

Under Greene's secret guidance, Pycelle has tacitly assumed the role of presiding over the Royal Council, which originally belonged to the Prime Minister.

The maester's necklace rang softly. Pycelle cleared his throat, lowered his head, and flipped the parchment. "The next topic will be addressed by Lord Matus Rowan. The topic to be discussed is..."

He frowned, raised his cloudy eyes, and glanced at the person opposite him with deep wrinkles on his forehead. He then said, "The food crisis in King's Landing."

After a pause, Pycelle patted the parchment with a hand covered with wrinkles and age spots, not hiding the displeasure on his face: "Secretary of the Navy, this kind of question is not suitable for you to ask. Besides, if I remember correctly, King's Landing has already overcome the food crisis."

At this moment, Prime Minister Metz noticed that Green's gaze had shifted to him. His expression tensed slightly, and he stared at Count Matus with displeasure. His behavior was... not natural enough.

Count Matus met Pycelle's gaze and said calmly, "Respected Grand Secretary, as a minister of the Imperial Council, I have the obligation to inform the Regent of the hidden dangers I have discovered in a timely manner. This is also a responsibility entrusted to me by the laws of the kingdom."

Pycelle changed his previous flattery and timidity and said in a stern tone: "It is not your duty to create panic without reason, and it is not your responsibility to spread alarmist rhetoric. Lord Rowan, it is well known that King's Landing is thriving under the governance of the Regent and the Prime Minister."

The Minister of Finance also echoed, "Lord Matus, His Royal Highness the Regent has personally negotiated with the grain merchants of the Free Trade Cities some time ago (Chapter 510). Ahem... he has agreed to tax exemptions for many designated grain varieties at the Blackwater River Wharf, which is enough to attract a steady stream of grain into King's Landing."

"Your Excellencies, I have not denied the Regent's achievements. If this has caused any misunderstanding, I apologize, Your Highness Green."

Count Matus first stroked his chest towards everyone to express his apology, and continued: "Everyone, in order to smoothly migrate the population of Flea Bottom and support the bread of the River Bay in King's Landing, a large amount of land had to be invested there. Because of this, the helpless people in other places were inevitably affected."

He glanced at the crowd and said, "Everyone, although the Regent's territory has tried its best to absorb a lot of people, there are still tens of thousands of old and weak people in the King's Gate and the Mud Gate. They don't have coins to buy food."

Green raised his hand to stop Pycelle and the others from speaking, then turned his gaze to Count Matus and said, "I am pleased with your sense of responsibility and your compassion for the elderly and the weak. These are all good qualities of a knight. Very good."

He looked appreciative. "So, what suggestions do you have for this? I'd like to hear your thoughts."

Upon hearing this, Count Matus's face froze for a moment, and he said, "I'm sorry. To be honest, my wisdom is limited. Apart from increasing support, I can't think of any other good solutions. But obviously, this is not realistic."

Under Green's gaze, Count Matus tried to respond calmly, but his cheeks suddenly felt hot and he could not help but slowly look away.

Green's eyes moved to the other side of Count Matus: "So, Prime Minister Mace, do you have any good suggestions for solving this problem?"

(End of this chapter)