The Red Viper's expression was deep: "Let me tell you, you better not let me find out that person is your father."
Tyrion calmly shrugged. He knew that dealing with the vengeful Prince Oberyn would definitely not be an easy task. Today, he really should have let Cersei, who treats everyone else as fools, come herself (Chapter 337).
The Red Viper's threat continued: "Yes, this hatred is now mine to control. The Lannister will have to deal with me, who is bloodthirsty, not my sickly, cautious, and aging brother."
Tyrion widened his eyes, trying his best to stay alert.
Prince Oberyn was not only vengeful, but he was also very proud, even arrogant.
If he continued to treat him with courtesy, he would only invite contempt and possibly reveal the Lannister's current weakness.
Tyrion said with a smile, "Prince Martell, from your tone, it sounds like you've brought tens of thousands of soldiers to King's Landing."
He took a delightful sip of wine, then continued, "But my attendant counted for me, and he told me you only brought a little over two hundred soldiers… Hmm, I didn't count the women and servants."
He sighed, "I really should have taken you on a tour of King's Landing first, to let you properly see the center of the Seven Kingdoms."
Prince Oberyn sneered, "To show me this dung heap called King's Landing? I've already seen it, and smelled it too."
Tyrion forced a smile: "Your Highness, you should smell it carefully, very carefully. You must know that the stench of five hundred thousand people in King's Landing is surely stronger than that of a few hundred Dornishmen. Do you smell the Gold Cloaks, all armored? Their number is about five thousand."
He spread his hands: "My father guards the King's Landing with twenty thousand (actually a little over ten thousand) Lannister soldiers. There are also two kinds of flowers here, tens of thousands of sweet flowers (actually: over twenty thousand Golden Rose, over two thousand Marigold) with their branches inserted inside and outside the city of King's Landing. Oh, and one of those flowers is not only the family of the future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, but also the old neighbor of the Martell."
Prince Oberyn shrugged disdainfully: "There's a saying in Dorne — flowers must bend to the scorching sun. I'd be happy to crush them all."
Tyrion stared silently at the Red Viper for a moment, then… he couldn't help but let out a long yawn.
He wiped a few tears from the corner of his eye with the back of his hand and said, "Crush them? Are you referring to the Rose, which has so much bread that it can't be eaten… and can casually raise a hundred thousand soldiers, or the Marigold, which can defeat fifty thousand heavy cavalry with just five thousand archers?"
Prince Oberyn stared at Tyrion like a viper: "Have the Lannister forgotten how Renly's Little Rose died (Chapter 146)? Hmm, and we should add Garlan Tyrell's arm (Chapter 149)."
Tyrion touched his golden nose; his nose had to be added too.
Prince Oberyn continued: "As for the Duke of Rose, he's just a foolish fat man holding a treasure chest for nothing."
He added, "It was the muddy ground after a heavy rain that defeated the foolish Valley Knight, allowing the Marigold to luckily occupy the Valley. He's just a lucky upstart."
He sneered contemptuously: "Moreover, Crabb is not necessarily a firm ally of the Lannister."
Tyrion couldn't help but yawn again. With blurry eyes, he said, "He loves Cersei… it's a love I don't understand… a strange love…"
Tyrion's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. He tried to open his eyes and clear his mind, but he was powerless.
Watching the Lannister fall into a semi-sleep, Prince Oberyn's lips couldn't help but curve slightly.
He left the lounge chair, stood in front of Tyrion, and whispered, "Tyrion, tell me about Greene Crabb…"
...
It was already evening when Greene nearly crossed half of King's Landing to approach the Shataya Brothel.
From a distance, the gilded spherical lantern adorned with deep red glass on the Shataya Brothel's main gate was already lit, emitting a faint, alluring glow.
Greene took a detour and dismounted in front of a hidden small door at the back. Leyton and Jeffrey (the captain of King's Landing's Scouting Regiment), who were waiting, immediately came forward to greet him.
Greene handed the reins to his attendant and said, "Leyton, Jeffrey, tell me directly the intelligence you've gathered."
Leyton and Jeffrey exchanged glances, and Leyton spoke first: "My lord, Tyrion Lannister brought four guards, and Oberyn Martell also brought four guards, all of whom are stationed outside their respective rooms. Also, for the attendant Podrick, Lord Tyrion found him a room and arranged three beauties for him."
Jeffrey continued, "Lord Greene, I found four Dornish guards watching this place near the main gate."
Greene nodded slightly and said, "Very good, send someone to keep an eye on them."
Before opening the small door, Leyton whispered in Greene's ear, "I've made the arrangements, my lord."
Greene passed through a secret small corridor into a small room and saw Chataya waiting for him.
She was wearing a loose white silk dress, and she bowed deeply to him: "Duke Green, thank you for your kindness and generosity."
[Lord Greene is a knight of honor, so… under his arrangements, Chataya became one of Petyr Baelish's heirs, Chapter 254.]
Greene nodded with a gentle expression and said, "Leyton told me you could make me appear 'quietly' in Tyrion's room."
Chataya smiled faintly, her voice carrying a slight accent from the Summer Isles region: "Actually, every room here has another 'door.' My guests occasionally need to use it."
Greene shrugged and said, "Thank you for your honesty. Please, Lady Chataya, lead the way for me."
"It's my honor, my lord."
Chataya bowed lightly, then gracefully turned and began to walk.
...
Prince Oberyn was leaning back in the lounge chair, feigning sleep. He suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze sharply directed towards a part of the room.
"Aren't you going to find a sword, Prince Oberyn Martell?"
Greene slowly emerged from behind a lavishly decorated Myr screen, patting his clothes.
Prince Oberyn's gaze narrowed slightly: "You are… Greene Crabb?"
Greene paced closer: "Good evening. Thank you for your invitation, Lord Martell."
Greene stopped in front of the lounge chair where Tyrion was, first sizing up the sleeping Tyrion, then glancing at the unfamiliar, gleaming golden weapon at his waist.
Prince Oberyn leaned back against the lounge chair, scrutinizing the suddenly appearing Greene. He pointed towards the room's door and said, "Lord Crabb, invited guests can use that way. It avoids unnecessary trouble."
After speaking, he repositioned his sword next to the back of the chair, at an angle Greene couldn't see.
Greene looked at Prince Oberyn, a smile on his face, and said, "I, however, think… it would be more troublesome if rumors spread tomorrow that the Lord of the Eyrie and the Prince of Dorne were playing together in a brothel."
Tyrion's short legs occupied less than half the space on the lounge chair. Greene sat on the other side and continued, "And a Master of Coin, Prince Martell."
Prince Oberyn stretched his arms and said, "You are… very different from how I imagined you, Duke Crabb."
He wasn't referring to his appearance. He had guessed Greene would be like a beast ready for battle at any moment, not… the young man sitting before him, whose expression was so gentle, almost too harmless.
"I heard this sword has been stained with Martell blood, Prince Oberyn."
With that, Greene unfastened "Lady Forlorn" from his waist and tossed it over.
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