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North, Winterfell.

After hearing the news brought by the maid, Duchess Catelyn Tully ignored the broken bottle and immediately ran up the tower in three steps and two steps to her son Bran Stark's room.

Then, she saw her son, who had been in a coma for more than half a month, miraculously wake up!

"Bran..." Caitlin said one word, and tears burst into her eyes.

"Mother." Bran looked weakly at the door. His little wolf was huddled on the bed, licking his cheek passionately with its hot tongue.

This warm feeling made Bran's heart move, and he said: "I have thought of a name for the little wolf. I want to call it Summer."

Caitlin finally threw herself on her son and burst into tears.

After a long time, she regained her composure. At the same time, her eldest son Robb Stark also hurried over to see his awakened brother.

"How did you fall, Bran?" Robb asked.

"I don't know...I don't remember anything..."

"Bran, think about it again." Caitlin wiped her son's face, "You know, you have never made a mistake before."

He knew that Lord Renly, the Minister of Justice, had gone to the Eagle's Nest to pick up Lysa and her son, and he would definitely not be able to come, but the other three...

Varys chuckled: "Lord Stannis left King's Landing and returned to Dragonstone after learning that you were about to serve as Hand of the King."

Next, several people discussed several other matters.

"Don't you know how to remonstrate?" Duke Eddard asked.

Petyr saw that Lord Eddard was planning to persuade His Majesty not to hold a tourney, and secretly couldn't help laughing at his naivety.

Duke Ed wanted to tell the visitor that he was not in the mood to attend any royal meeting, but the words came to his lips:

"There are rumors about you and Jon Arryn's widow Lady Lysa." Varys looked at Petyr with a smile, as if he was looking forward to his next expression.

"I'm afraid Bran accidentally heard something he shouldn't have heard, and that's why she wants to hurt him!" Caitlin almost gritted her teeth.

"Bran has never failed." Caitlin emphasized again.

"Yes." Wallis also agreed, "Our Majesty loves competitions, hunting, food, and wine... and what he hates the most is 'counting copper coins.'"

Duke Eddard opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.

And the queen...

Duke Ed finally comforted his two crying daughters. He just wanted to take a quiet hot bath alone, but he didn't expect the royal steward to come to his door:

"In that case, let's get started." Duke Eddard braced himself and announced.

"Yes, sir."

"Did someone push Bran? But gold...what does it mean?"

Seeing this, Varys added: "Don't get me wrong, Lord Stannis is not targeting you. He will not be satisfied with anyone who is not him, sitting in this seat."

"As you wish." Varys smiled sweetly, and at the same time took out a piece of parchment from his wide sleeve and handed it to Duke Ed, "Lord Ed, this is the order that His Majesty sent a messenger back on his way home the day before yesterday.

The urgent errand for us must be completed as soon as possible."

After leaving the door, Robb said: "Mother, do you suspect that Bran didn't fall down by accident?"

"Three million?" Duke Eddard was extremely shocked, "You mean, the royal family owes the Lannister family three million gold dragons?"

"Okay, then be careful along the way."

The jousting champion has 40,000 gold dragons, the runner-up has 20,000 gold dragons, the team melee champion has 20,000 gold dragons, the archery champion has 10,000 gold dragons...

Pycelle shook his head: "Even Lord Jon can't persuade your Majesty."

Petyr looked at the gloating smile on the other person's face and couldn't help feeling bored, but he still asked patiently:

Robb hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll send a team of guards to follow you."

"Lord Ed, today's imperial meeting is being held. After the cabinet ministers learned that you had arrived, they sent me specifically to invite you to attend."

Lord Eddard took the parchment and checked the king's seal and Robert's signature before beginning to read the content.

But a normal imperial meeting, including the king, should have eight people.

"The daily expenses of the royal family..."

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"Borrow it." Petyr shrugged, "The expenses for this tourney must be this much. Anyway, we already owe Lord Tywin more than three million gold dragons, so borrowing another few hundred thousand is nothing."

"The three million golden dragons are only debts owed to the Lannister family, as well as to the Tyrell family, to the Church of the Seven Gods, to the Iron Bank of Braavos, to the Tyrosh Trading Company... Mr. Ling Ling

In total, it’s about six million.”

Duke Ed sat down on the right side of the king's seat: "Sorry to keep you waiting for so long."

Turning around the screen, Duke Eddard saw Lord Treasurer Petyr "Littlefinger" Baelish and Grand Maester Pycelle.

Unexpectedly, he had just arrived in King's Landing and already offended an important minister of the kingdom without doing anything.

"I don't know, I just remember... I seem to see gold."

"Lord Ed, welcome to King's Landing!"

"Gold?" Robb leaned forward, "Brother, what gold?"

Duke Eddard frowned, thinking that he had not offended the king's eldest brother.

Robb was horrified and blurted out: "The queen is blond! Is this what Bran meant by blond?"

"What rumor?"

Only then did Lord Eddard realize that Lord Stannis himself wanted to be the Hand of the King.

After greeting them one by one, Duke Eddard came to the long table and saw the crowned stag of the Baratheon family embroidered with gold thread on the back of the first chair. This was the king's exclusive seat, but obviously, His Majesty Robert

I'm afraid I've sat here only a handful of times.

After the meeting, Petyr walked out of the chamber, only to see Varys following him again.

Lord Eddard shook his head secretly and asked, "What about Lord Stannis, Lord of the Sea?"

It turned out that the king wanted to hold a martial arts tournament to celebrate the new prime minister's taking office.

When Duke Ed finished cleaning up and dragged his exhausted body to the meeting hall, he saw the intelligence chief "Eight-clawed Spider" Varys, whom he hated most among the several cabinet ministers, coming over with a smile:

"Should we wait until His Majesty and Ser Barristan join before we start?" Duke Eddard suggested.

Petyr froze, but still tried to keep calm: "How could someone associate me with Lady Lysa?"

"Um."

"Then you don't know how long you have to wait." Petyr showed a faint mocking smile.

"We'll talk about it after I talk to His Majesty." Duke Eddard ended the issue.

Caitlin looked at her frail son and said distressedly: "Okay, Bran, if you can't remember it, stop thinking about it and have a good rest."

Caitlin's eyes flashed: "I checked carefully later. On the day Bran fell from the tower, your father accompanied the king to hunt in the wolf forest, but the queen did not go."

Add in other expenses, and this is definitely an extremely huge number.

"Where does the treasury come from?" Finance Minister Petyr spread his hands, "Lord Eddard, the treasury has been empty for many years."

"How much money is left in the treasury?" Lord Eddard asked.

"No." Caitlin interrupted her son, "This matter is of great importance. I don't trust others, and as the acting Lord of Winterfell, you can't leave at will, so I'm the only one going."

"Lord Petyr, my little birds have heard some rumors about you in the city recently."

However, the weather was not kind and it was raining heavily, so there was no welcoming ceremony. The nobles went straight to the Red Castle in a slightly embarrassed manner.

"Okay, please give me a few minutes to change clothes."

As a result, the more he read, the tighter his frown became.

The king's motorcade finally arrived at King's Landing successfully.

Oh, more than one.

Smelling the rich perfume of Wallis, Duke Ed sniffed unnaturally:

"Lord Varys."

"Lord Varys, what do you want?"

After a long while, he said solemnly: "How could this happen?"

"Our noble King has too many things to worry about, so he leaves these trivial matters to us to handle." Wallis explained.

"It's a bit strange. However, there are rumors that you have always been secretly in love with Lady Lysa, but you have been restraining your feelings because she is married to Duke Jon. Now that Duke Jon has passed away, you are ready to express your love to Lady Lysa.

Proposal……"

"It would be best if you could persuade His Majesty to be frugal, but for this tournament, let's make a plan first," Petyr suggested.

He looked around and realized that there were only four people here including himself.
To be continued...