Chapter 118 The rose traveling north

The huge motorcade slowly drove out of High Court.

Both sides of the road were crowded with people coming to see him off.

On a luxurious carriage with hundreds of golden roses carved on the side, Margaery Tyrell, the "Rose of Highgarden", opened the curtains and waved to the crowds on the roadside.

Whenever she passed by, the crowd burst into cheers. Women held up their children to ask her to bless them. Men stared at her beautiful face and shouted her name. Children excitedly held bright rose petals.

Sprinkle it on the top of her head until her brown curly hair becomes colorful.

The motorcade drove along Rose Avenue for nearly five miles, and the crowd of people seeing off gradually thinned out.

Margery lowered the curtain, cleaned the flower petals off her body with the help of the maid, and washed her face with warm spring water.

"I'm afraid no noble can gain as much love from the common people as you do."

Garlan Tyrell looked at his sister with a smile and sighed.

Margery took off her hairband and let her long, soft, curly hair fall loosely on her shoulders, and said with a smile:

Garland shrugged: "But guilt is guilt. The Seven Gods will not tolerate people like Oberyn Martell taking advantage of Duke Jon's kindness to get away with it."

Starting from Highgarden, follow the Rose Avenue all the way north to King's Landing.

"No. Grandma doesn't seem sure."

"He didn't say."

"Dickon? Not his brother?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten it. I haven't forgotten the hatred between Reach and Dorne for thousands of years. But... you know, even though it has been so long, I can't help but think about it every time in the dead of night.

Thinking of the scene before Lord Jon Arryn's death, his last cry always echoes in my ears..."

But Margery shook her head slightly: "No, I heard that the little girl of the Florent family is engaged to Dickon Tully."

"It's better not to do it. Otherwise, if Willas meets Prince Oberyn, who knows what trouble will happen."

"Grandma said, let's come here to watch a big show." When she said this, doubts appeared on Margery's delicate face.

"What's the reason?"

"Little sister, haha, long time no see, you are beautiful again!" Loras Tyrell rode a white horse to the side of the Wheel Palace, and when he saw his second brother, he also poked his head out, "Garland, why are you fat again!"

"

"Who would have known that boy could be so good at fighting at that time." Garland also shook his head and sighed, "I'm afraid he will be Randyll Tarly again in the future. We did miscalculate last time."

"No, not everyone." Margaery said with a faint smile, "Baron Caesar also feels that Prince Oberyn is not the real murderer."

"A big show?"

The Tyrell family's motorcade was not very fast. They stopped at Bitterbridge and the Kingswood for a few days to rest. By the time they arrived at King's Landing, it was already more than twenty days later.

"It's different." Garland shook his head, "Aegon Targaryen's strength and fame come from his dragon. Nymeria relied on her halberd to conquer Dorne. The 'Mirror Shield' Savin can be chanted.

The bard has been passed down to this day because he was able to defeat the dragon and rescue the princess. People respect them more in awe than in love, but throughout the ages, there are really very few nobles who can conquer the people without relying on force."

Garland thought for a moment, touched his chin and said, "That makes some sense. But it's also possible that Oberyn deliberately played this trick to clear himself of suspicion. And besides this 'Red Viper', who else would

Poison Duke Jon?"

"Then did she say what we should pay attention to when we come to King's Landing this time?"

"How could it be? There are too many nobles who are more famous than me, Aegon the Conqueror, Warrior Queen Nymeria, Mirror Shield Savin... Their stories are known to everyone.

.”

"'Blessed' Baelor did not rely on force, but he borrowed the glory of the Seven Gods. Moreover, he was too fanatical and made many stupid decisions." Garland looked at his sister with burning eyes, "This time

Go to King's Landing, I believe you will be able to conquer the people there with your charm, and even win the love that no king in the history of the Iron Throne has ever received."

Garland burst out laughing: "Sister, this Baron Caesar is very thoughtful. Does he know who this conspirator is?"

Garland smiled coldly: "I just want my eldest brother to watch Oberyn Martell stand trial with my own eyes, and even be convicted and beheaded!"

Garland threw the remaining fruit shells in his hand at his younger brother, laughing and scolding: "Why am I so fat?"

Margaery nodded in agreement: "Yes. Compared with this, there is another thing that gives grandma a headache."

Garland couldn't help frowning and reminded:

"Sister, did you forget that this 'Red Viper' broke our brother's leg?"

"Grandma?" The smile on Garland's face disappeared immediately.

"Brother, I'm embarrassed to say what you said. If outsiders hear it, I'm afraid they will think that our Tyrell family is all a bunch of arrogant lunatics."

"Yes. But my grandmother didn't say much. I guess she thought that there might be a follow-up to the death of Duke Jon. If this was really a trick of some conspirator, then he might be worried about the trial of Prince Oberyn this time.

I will also take action."

"No wonder grandma is angry." Garland curled his lips, then suddenly thought of something, and said, "By the way, isn't that Baron Caesar a knight you personally made, isn't it possible that your charm can't make him move closer to Highgarden?

"

Margaery changed her position on the soft recliner and said a little uneasily:

"I actually don't want to see Prince Oberyn convicted..."

"Okay." Loras agreed happily, "Let's go, I will take you into the city!"

Margery smiled: "Brother, but grandma also agrees with Sam's point of view."

Margaery rolled her eyes cutely: "Brother, you overestimate my charm. In fact, although Sam didn't say it explicitly, I know that during the last war with Dorne, Highgarden kept silent.

A crack has been carved in his heart. Alas, it may not be so easy to make up for it in the future."

Garland snorted softly: "Boy, let's compare it when we have time to see if your shooting skills have fallen behind."

"What about Baelor I? He didn't rely on force to win the hearts of the people."

"Yes." Margaery reached out and brushed the wild hair around her ears, with a little glimmer of light in her brown eyes. "Before he died, Duke Jon said that he believed Prince Oberyn was not the murderer who poisoned him. In fact, he did not.

I hope that my death will trigger a more intense conflict. If His Majesty decides that Prince Oberyn is guilty, perhaps Duke Jon's hard work will be in vain."

Garland frowned and thought for a moment, and finally smiled in relief:

"Forget it, even if there is a conspiracy, it is a conspiracy against Dorne, so let Martell have the headache. Since grandma just lets us watch the show, it means that this conspiracy will not involve Highgarden."

Of course, Garland did not dare to refute Lady Olenna's judgment easily. The old lady's wisdom was the key to the Tyrell family being able to securely hold the position of Duke of Highgarden for half a century.

"When the Duke's body was sent away that day, Sam quietly told me that if it was really Prince Oberyn who did it, he would never show up at the banquet wearing armor and holding a halberd. This was for fear that others would not suspect him as the murderer.

?"

Margaery was lying by the window, looking at the towering city wall not far away, and asked:

"Is His Majesty in the city?"

"Yes." Margaery frowned slightly and sighed, "I know my grandmother. She was really angry when she heard that Count Allister Florent refused to marry his granddaughter to Willas."

Garland understood immediately: "Are you talking about Vilas' marriage?"

Margery leaned out of the car window and waved her arms to her third brother who came to greet her.

Thinking of the grudge between her elder brother Willas and Prince Oberyn, Margaery shook her head:

"Loras!"

"Hmph! I don't understand what the old guy in Brightwater City is thinking. Even if Vilas breaks a leg, he is still the heir of Highgarden. Isn't he worthy of his granddaughter?" Garland was so angry that he raised his hand.

The book inside hit the small table heavily, "The old guy still wants to marry his granddaughter to Baron Caesar?"

"Speaking of which, I actually don't believe that Prince Oberyn was the murderer who poisoned Duke Jon."

"No. However, in fact, the nature is similar. Grandma believes that the Florent family has clearly rejected the olive branch extended by the Tyrell family and is bent on building an alliance with the Horned Tarly family. Oh, by the way, this alliance

Plus Yingzui Island, and even Starfall City..."

Margaery also sighed and fell into silence, her deer-like eyes shining with light, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Hahaha..." Garland laughed, and stopped continuing the topic, and instead said, "I wanted Vilas to come with me this time, just to relax, but it's a pity that he refused."

Garland spread his hands: "So, this guy is pretending to be deep and making random guesses. There are so many conspiracies and conspiracies in this world. And among the people present at the time, I can't think of anyone else who has this ability and motivation.

To poison Lord Jon."

After a long while, Garland spoke again: "Did grandma say who was behind Duke Jon's death?"

"I also often think of it." Garland nodded solemnly, "Duke Jon is a respectable old man."

"I don't know about this. Sam speculates that there may be a conspirator who wants to deliberately blame Prince Oberyn for Duke Jon's death."

Garland looked at his sister with an incredulous look and shouted:

"Oh, Margaery, how could you have such an idea? You also saw what happened at that time. Oberyn clearly wanted to kill Duke Jon. Everyone thought so."

Loras ducked away with a smile: "No, no. You are stronger."

"No." Loras rode on the side of the carriage, "Your Majesty has gone to Winterfell."

"Winterfell?" A flash of surprise flashed in Margaery's eyes, "Is he going to invite Eddard Stark, Duke of the North, to come to King's Landing to serve as Hand of the King?"

"That's right."

"It's really Duke Ed." The corners of Margaery's mouth turned up slightly, "It seems that grandma is right, this Wolf King of the North is the true brother of our king."
Chapter completed!