Cersei's voice reached him. It turned out… her voice was so beautiful. Osney couldn't help but show a fawning and joyful smile.
Osney quickly looked at Queen Mother Cersei. In his line of sight… her hand lightly traced her gracefully curved collarbone.
Osney's Adam's apple unconsciously bobbed up and down. Queen Mother Cersei's voice sounded, "What do you have to report to me, Ser?"
Yes, I still have important matters… Osney secretly swallowed his saliva. He calmed his mind and said, "Your Majesty, I received news…"
There were no secrets in the Red Keep for those who sought them. Osney told Queen Mother Cersei… that Tyrion had suggested to Lord Tywin that she be married to Edmure Tully, the heir to Riverrun.
Clang! The exquisite golden wine glass was thrown onto the stone floor by Queen Mother Cersei. She suppressed her anger and said, "What did my father say?"
"Forgive me, Your Majesty, I have not yet ascertained Lord Tywin's opinion on this matter." Osney's eyes showed concern.
Cersei paced back and forth, saying, "To treat me as an object again?! How dare he… how dare he…"
She suddenly stopped and angrily said, "I'm going to see the Old Lion."
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With a bang, the door to the Prime Ministers Tower's study was pushed open, and Queen Mother Cersei walked in with her chin held high.
Tywin Lannister, who was writing a letter, calmly glanced at Cersei, who had burst in unannounced. The quill in his hand did not stop.
The Old Lion merely gave a faint glance, yet it instantly transformed the originally aggressive Lioness… into a docile little Lioness.
She forced a smile and bowed slightly, saying, "Good evening, Father."
She gripped the back of a chair on the other side of the table, as if making small talk: "You haven't rested yet. Are there many state affairs? Are you hungry? Shall I have someone prepare some food, or perhaps some…"
Lord Tywin's quill in hand still did not stop. He did not even raise his head and said, "Please sit."
"Thank you." Cersei sat down gently, her demeanor elegant, more ladylike than a Tully lady.
Cersei straightened her back and sat quietly, waiting.
Swish, swish, swish. There was only the sound of the quill writing on paper. After a pause, she couldn't help but clear her throat, hinting to Lord Tywin… that she had something to say.
Swish, swish, swish. Lord Tywin seemed not to hear his docile daughter's movements. He still did not raise his head.
After a while, Cersei coughed again, this time a little louder than before.
Lord Tywin's quill paused, then continued writing, saying, "Please speak."
Cersei pursed her lips and smiled. As she watched the Old Lion, she said, "Father, I think… among your children… I am your most outstanding offspring…"
She slightly raised her chin, "I can make a greater contribution to the Lannister in the Red Keep."
Lord Tywin had just finished writing and put down his pen. He leaned back in his chair, his light green eyes, flecked with golden yellow, looking at his daughter before him.
Meeting the Old Lion's gaze, Cersei's fingers beneath the table curled. She displayed a ladylike smile.
In Cersei's expectant gaze, Lord Tywin spread his hands and said, "You may. Please contribute."
Cersei: "..."
After a long silence, Lord Tywin's good patience made Cersei even more nervous. In her desperation, she thought of a good suggestion: "Father, given our last great war with Stannis, the kingdom should quickly strengthen the Royal Fleet in Blackwater Bay, especially the 200-oared warships. The more, the better."
"Very good."
Lord Tywin nodded in agreement and said, "Then, tell me, where are the gold dragons for shipbuilding?"
Cersei was slightly stunned, her beautiful eyes blinked, and she said strangely, "Of course, you ask the Master of Coin."
Lord Tywin stared at Cersei for a moment, then said, "Then where does he find the money? The kingdom's treasury, where even rats don't want to stay?"
"I am aware of the state of the kingdom's treasury."
Cersei reminded Lord Tywin, "Although… it's not wealthy, didn't Robert still have a powerful Royal Fleet? And he could still spend lavishly every day."
A hint of anger appeared in Lord Tywin's voice: "Have you ever considered that Robert didn't lack money because of my continuous funding?"
Cersei: "..."
After a pause, she tentatively said, "Father, you want to stop funding Joffrey? This…"
Lord Tywin's hand gripping the armrest tightened, and he loudly interrupted, "How can I stop? How can I stop? I can only continue!"
He slowly took a breath and continued, "But war is a bottomless pit that devours gold. Only by ending the conflict as quickly as possible can we preserve the Lannister and your son's Iron Throne."
He stared at Cersei and added, "This is the greatest contribution you can make."
The corners of Cersei's eyes reddened: "So, it's true that you want to use me to secure peace? I want to stay in King's Landing, by my son's side. I will not marry."
Lord Tywin's upper and lower teeth clenched. He said, "Cersei, I will choose a suitable person for you. You can still bear children. You will have a new husband and bear children for him."
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