The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

After Pycelle finished speaking, the entire petition hall seemed to be struck by lightning, and instantly fell into a strange silence.

The originally noisy whispers and whispers stopped abruptly, as if they were covered by an invisible big hand.

Then...

Buzz!

The people in the hall were in an uproar, the faces of the people in the front row were full of astonishment, and the people in the back row stood on tiptoe and stretched their necks.

Then a buzzing sound of discussion broke out, and the sound became louder and louder, like a surging tide, almost drowning the entire petition hall.

Pycelle stood there crying bitterly, and Arianne Nymelos Martell's pupils shrank, and then turned her eyes to the right.

Green still maintained the majesty of the regent, but... the hand holding the armrest of the chair was white, which was enough to show that he was not calm at the moment.

Then, Princess Arianne's eyes passed Green and looked at another person on the right---Prime Minister Tyrell.

His puffy cheeks were pale, his lips were trembling slightly, and his eyes were fixed on the ground, as if he wanted to see through Pycelle.

Seeing this, Arianne's black eyes turned slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly without being noticed.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Crackling, the butler kept hitting the wooden board, and the handle of the hammer in his hand broke because it could not withstand the force.

Mace Tyrell stood up suddenly and shouted: "Pycelle! Humiliating and slandering the king is a capital crime!"

Because of the movement on the platform, the surrounding voices gradually decreased, and their eyes were focused on it.

Pycelle shrank back in fear of the Duke of Mace. Princess Arianne said, "Respected Prime Minister, no one can stop the petitioner from speaking. Besides, how did you know in advance that Grand Maester Pycelle was slandering the king?"

A playful smile appeared on her lips: "After all, he hasn't made any specific accusations yet."

"You..."

The Duke of Inflatable Fish clenched his fists and moved his eyes to his side. Green's chest rose and fell slowly, and then... made a secret gesture to him, indicating that he should sit down first.

On the second floor, Margaery Tyrell saw her father sitting down, and a deep sense of powerlessness and despair surged in her heart. He should stop Pycelle from speaking...at any cost...must stop...what should she do...what should she do...

She must stop Pycelle from speaking!

Margaery wanted to speak at this moment, but her position was too far from the platform. She quickly got up from her seat, and her rose maids followed one after another to squeeze the crowd blocking the way for Little Rose.

Count Matus noticed the movement on the second floor. He thought for a moment and stood up.

"Your Highness, the Regent, please allow me to speak!"

Green's eyes swept across the small commotion upstairs, raised his hand to stop Arianne who was about to speak, and nodded slightly below.

This was enough to show the Regent's inclination. Count Matus secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He first slowly saluted upwards, then turned to where Pycelle was.

"Grand Maester Pycelle, perhaps no one can stop the petitioner from speaking, but you are a trusted minister of the royal family, and your every word and action will affect the peace of the entire kingdom. For the sake of the king and the kingdom, if there are any doubts, please fulfill your duties and obligations as a minister of the royal court and speak at the royal meeting."

As soon as Matus finished speaking, Green's voice came from above: "Earl Matus's advice is wise. It is the duty and sacred obligation of the minister of the royal court to protect the peace of the kingdom."

Princess Arianne immediately expressed her objection: "Your Highness the Regent, Pycelle has served several kings. Since he chose to speak at this moment, he must have his own difficulties. Moreover, I remember that the laws of the Seven Kingdoms do not prohibit the minister of the royal court from speaking during the petition, right?"

Green frowned and paused. When he was about to speak, Pycelle's voice suddenly sounded.

"Everyone! Everyone! We have all been deceived! Joffrey and Tommen are both bastards born of incest!"

"I have evidence! I have solid evidence!"

"The bastard is sitting on the Iron Throne!"

"I swear on my honor! I swear to the gods!"

At this time, Margaery, who had finally squeezed to the front row, couldn't help but stagger, and Meg and Elo hurriedly supported her.

The clamor was like a giant beast out of control, and people's exclamations, doubts, and anger were intertwined, constantly echoing under the dome of the petition hall.

On the high platform, Green frowned, his face gloomy like the dark clouds before the storm.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The butler picked up the new hammer and kept hitting the wooden board, shouting: "Silence! Silence! Silence!"

Someone suddenly shouted from the left rear: "Bastard!"

The angry crowd followed and shouted: "Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!"

Someone shouted from the right rear: "Bastard King!"

More people shouted: "Bastard King! Bastard King! Bastard King!"

Their voices became hoarse due to the excitement of their emotions. Many people tried to dissuade the roar of the people around them, but they were swept away by the fanatical emotions, and more people joined the shouting.

Seeing that the crowd might get out of control, Green ordered the guards outside to enter the hall to maintain order in time.

Sir Pell and Sir Damien appeared with blue and gold robes respectively, and the angry crowd gradually stopped from the front row.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The butler warned loudly on behalf of the regent: "If any spectators disrupt the order again, they will be expelled from the petition hall immediately!"

There was silence, and everyone's eyes were focused on the high platform.

Green looked down at Pycelle with a captivating gaze. After a pause, he said coldly: "Grand Maester, do you know what you are doing?"

Pycelle looked at Green, whose eyes flashed with danger, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

The Adam's apple hidden under his thick white beard rolled. He took a step forward and said loudly: "Your Highness the Regent, I have irrefutable proof!"

Green's upper body leaned forward, and he stared at Pycelle for a while again before slowly speaking: "Do you know the consequences of slandering the royal blood here, old maester?"

The old old bachelor seemed to have been given incomparable courage by the gods at this moment. He stood up straight, looked around, and raised his voice: "You, all of us, and the entire Seven Kingdoms have been fooled. The one sitting on the Iron Throne is You little bastard! A bastard born of chaos!”

The Duke of Metz shouted loudly: "Grand Bachelor, you continue to encourage everyone, your intentions are sinister!"

He looked at Green: "Your Highness the Regent, Pycelle's purpose is not pure, we must be vigilant! I propose..."

Princess Arianne's sneer interrupted the inflatable fish's accusation: "Your Majesty Prime Minister, I would like to at least give the old maester a chance to finish his sentence, right?"

The inflatable fish's face turned red: "...At least we can't let him slander His Majesty Tommen out of thin air."

Green turned his head and looked at the Duke of Metz. He nodded, and then moved his gaze downwards: "Pycelle, you are suspected of incitement. I solemnly warn you that if you behave like this again, I will follow the seven rules. The laws of the country take away your right to speak.”

Pycelle's maester's necklace jingled softly. He bowed and said, "Thank you for your tolerance, Your Highness."

He stood up again: "First of all, I swear to the gods in heaven that what I say next and the evidence I provide are all true, all true, and only true!"

At Pycelle's signal, his assistant maester handed him a book with an old cover.

Pycelle held the book in his arms, turned to face the crowd, and said loudly: "Everyone, when gold meets carbon black, it disappears!"

He pointed to the book: "This book is written by Bachelor Melien, and is called "The Genealogy and History of the Main Nobles of the Seven Kingdoms." It clearly records the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms and their children, including the color of their hair! "

While turning the pages of the book, he read: "The founder of the Baratheon family, Oris Baratheon, has black hair, and his son... Davos Baratheon has black hair. , Raymond Baratheon’s hair is black……”

"...The hair color of Leonor Baratheon is black, and the hair color of his eldest son Monte Baratheon and second son Harbert Baratheon, as well as the eldest daughter, are all black."

"The son of Mount Baratheon and his wife Relle Targaryen, Steffon Baratheon's hair color is black."

"As we all know, the three sons of Stephen Baratheon and his wife, Kasanna Yismon, Robert, Stannis, and Renly all have black hair."

Pycelle pulled out a piece of parchment and showed it to everyone: "Everyone, this was recorded personally by the deceased Prime Minister Jon Arryn...about the hair color of Robert Baratheon's thirteen illegitimate children. , they are all black!”

The hall was filled with people's constant exclamations, both high and low.

After a pause, Grand Maester Pycelle, who was like a fearless warrior, repeated his previous words: "Prince Regent, and all your lords! When golden meets black, it disappears!"

Pycelle clapped the book in his hand and raised his voice: "The Baratheon family and the Lannister family, Robert Baratheon marrying Cersei Lannister, is not between these two families. First time together!”

He slowly looked around at the people around him: "Ninety-two years ago, Gwen Baratheon married Dia Lannister, and they had a son, who still has black hair!"

Amid everyone's shock, Pycelle suddenly turned around and pointed at the high-altitude Iron Throne: "His blond hair is the ironclad proof of his identity as a bastard!"

Buzz!

The petition hall exploded instantly, with various voices rising and falling like a surging tide.

Someone suddenly shouted: "You bastard, get down!"

"Get off! Get off! Get off!"

While the blue robes and gold robes were maintaining order, Green's upper body tilted to the right, and the inflatable fish prime minister also leaned over.

"Prime Minister Mace, let Tommen leave here first. This place may get out of control at any time."

The Duke of Metz has not yet digested today's sudden change. Looking at Green with a solemn expression, he temporarily lost the ability to think.

Compared to the regent and prime minister, the minister of justice looked relaxed and even gloated about his misfortune.

She didn't know when she left her seat...and suddenly appeared next to the two of them. Princess Arianne patted the back of Green's hand comfortingly and said: "His Royal Highness the Regent is still so wise, Tommen Waters It does need to be protected, don’t forget, there is also Myrcella Weishui.”

Mace Tyrell, who couldn't bear it anymore, shouted angrily: "Dornish people! Tommen is still our king!"

Arianne sneered at him: "Wake up, Tommen's blond hair is the irrefutable proof..." She pondered for a moment, and then said: "...I didn't expect that what Stannis said more than a year ago was actually the truth. Almost All the Lords of Dorne have received letters from him, but no one wants to believe him."

Green's voice was cold: "Stannis's testimony is invalid. The kingdom has deprived him of all his rights, including the right to tell us lies or truths."

Princess Arianne shrugged nonchalantly: "His testimony is no longer needed."

Green's brows were knitted: "Arianne, if we don't handle today's situation well, a new round of chaos will soon come to the Seven Kingdoms."

Seeing that Green's anger was about to explode, Arianne stopped adding fuel to the fire. She smiled and leaned over to kiss him lightly on the face.

"With your 100,000 troops in deterrence, no one will dare to offend your majesty. Don't worry, my highness."

After saying that, her fingers gently stroked the back of Green's hand, and she walked back to her seat with a swaying graceful figure.

Retracting his gaze, Green first patted the somewhat bewildered Duke of the Inflatable Fish, and comforted him: "I am with you, and our kingdom will not have a situation that we cannot handle. Stay calm, my Prime Minister."

Then, Green looked back, and Sir Ange immediately jumped onto the platform nimbly.

"Go and convey my order, have the Kingsguard protect Tommen and leave. Also, send someone to bring Myrcella over, protect them together, and mobilize my clan soldiers..."

…………

When the chief steward took out the third new wooden hammer, the petition hall barely regained its silence.

Pycelle stood there holding a book, enjoying the gazes of the crowd, the corners of his mouth hidden under his thick white beard unconsciously curled up slightly, and his face maintained a fearless expression.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Green on the platform pressed his brows and said, "Grandmaster Pycelle, do you have anything else to say?"

Warrior Pycelle ignored the impatience and hidden anger of the Regent, raised his head and said, "Your Highness, please forgive my presumption, my accusation is not over yet."

Green waved his hand, and Pycelle took out a rolled parchment from his sleeve and held it high: "Here is the testimony provided by the maids and servants of Maegtar. There are four maids and three messengers. They all serve Cersei Lannister closely all year round. Inspired by the gods, they all accused Cersei of betrayal of marriage and identified the man who was the real father of Tommen and other bastards!"

He handed the testimony in his hand to Green's guard, turned around, and said loudly: "That man is Cersei Lannister's twin brother, Jaime Lannister!"