Tyrion raised a hand in a calming gesture: "Yes, you are the master of the Seven Kingdoms, and as King, you not only possess inviolable majesty but also the patience to listen."
Joffrey proudly lifted his head: "I won't grant you much time, you Dwarf."
"You have already been generous enough to me, My King."
Tyrion dared not approach Joffrey, who still held the hilt of his sword: "This matter was first discovered by Stannis, then investigated by Prime Minister Jon… he suddenly died. Also, think about it… how could Robert I, invincible in the Seven Kingdoms, be killed by a wild boar?"
His voice was filled with sincerity: "All of this was done by Cersei to protect you."
Seeing Joffrey's face twist, he quickly added: "I have proof!"
Joffrey stared intently at Tyrion, his chest heaving, but his fiery green eyes showed a clear tremor.
Tyrion continued to add: "Besides me and your mother, Lord Tywin also knows about this."
Only Joffrey's heavy breathing could be heard in the cell. The lion's tooth sword in his hand drooped slightly, and he said, "I'll give you time."
After a pause, he added, "If you dare to lie to me, I will execute you tonight!"
Hearing Joffrey's threat, Tyrion shrank his neck and said, "I promise to tell the truth, and who would dare to deceive the King?"
He smiled ingratiatingly, then his expression turned serious: "There is a book called 'Genealogy and History of the Main Noble Houses of the Seven Kingdoms'. It describes the children of the main lords of the Seven Kingdoms. Among them…"
He pointed to his own hair: "According to records, children born to men of House Baratheon and women of other houses all have black hair. Throughout history… no other hair color has ever been born."
"Hair color?" Joffrey couldn't help but touch his golden hair.
Tyrion nodded with a heavy expression: "I'm about to die, so I must tell you the truth, because… I don't want you to die from an accident like Robert I."
"You're lying to me!"
Joffrey appeared angry on the surface, but his flustered expression betrayed his true emotions at that moment.
Glancing at the lion's tooth sword, whose tip was pointed downwards, Tyrion cautiously climbed off the bed.
"Joffrey, perhaps you are an exception in House Baratheon, or… you few are the golden-haired miracles of Baratheon, but…"
Tyrion approached as he spoke: "As long as Lord Tywin wants to take off your crown, he can do it at any time. That book can become evidence to convince everyone, and he also possesses the highest prestige in the Seven Kingdoms, you understand… Look at me, the Old Lion is willing to kill his own son for power. Also, think again, how many seeds did Robert I sow in the Seven Kingdoms? Were there any who would willingly wear the crown obediently?"
Joffrey's panicked eyes darted around, then suddenly stopped, and he said, "Why are you telling me this?"
Tyrion replied sincerely: "Joffrey, I care for you without needing a reason. I am your uncle."
After a pause, Joffrey glared at Tyrion with hatred and said angrily, "You've hit me many times!"
Tyrion winced: "Joffrey, I, this Lannister Dwarf, have a mission staying in the Red Keep. I had already guessed some of Lord Tywin's true intentions. Do you know… he likes obedient and compliant heirs, and Kings. I need to stop you from doing things that Lord Tywin dislikes, otherwise… why would I offend a nephew destined to be King?"
After a heavy silence, Joffrey finally withdrew his gaze. He paced a few steps, then suddenly stopped and said, "Continue, My Uncle."
Tyrion was stunned. He knelt down, suppressing his excitement, and said, "Thank you for being willing to listen to my heartfelt words, My King."
Joffrey waved his hand: "Get up, Uncle."
The nephew's sudden trace of closeness deeply moved the uncle. After standing up, he took a while to compose himself before he could speak, which pleased Joffrey.
"King, you are growing stronger, while Lord Tywin is aging. Haven't you noticed… that he has less and less grandfatherly affection for you?"
Recalling his recent experiences , Joffrey couldn't help but clench his fists.
Tyrion continued: "Your strong character makes you a born King, but this is not the King the Old Lion hopes for. He wants an obedient child on the Iron Throne. Once the situation in the Seven Kingdoms stabilizes a bit…"
He shook his head: "He will definitely depose you, because he already knows that you will never be a puppet; you will become a true King."
Tyrion's reminder… immediately made Joffrey recall the Old Lion's warning at that banquet.
After a pause, he suddenly said, "Mother will never allow Tywin to do that, she won't!"
Tyrion stepped forward, reaching out a hand and placing it on Joffrey's… thigh, saying, "Don't forget, what secret does Lord Tywin hold? If he threatens her with the secret of bloodline, what else can your mother do besides meekly comply?"
Joffrey's breathing grew heavy again: "A broken book proves nothing!"
"But we also can't prove that it proves nothing…" Tyrion sighed deeply.
Joffrey's handsome face shifted, now angry, now panicked.
After a pause, Tyrion said painfully: "Look at my fate. Although I am a Dwarf, everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows I am his son. And you? In his heart, what will he consider you, Joffrey? Will he consider you a bastard…"
He couldn't utter the rest, and Joffrey disgustedly shook off his hand: "Get lost!"
Tyrion raised his hand, took two steps back, and said, "The only thing Tywin is better than you at is the prestige he has accumulated over the years in the Seven Kingdoms. Too many people are willing to follow him… My exposing the Lannister scandal in front of hundreds of nobles today was to damage his reputation."
His expression was sorrowful: "I originally thought… I could wait until you took power… to use this matter to judge Tywin. I would get my revenge, and you would secure the Iron Throne… Unfortunately, the Old Lion might have seen through my little trick long ago."
After a moment of silence, Joffrey's green eyes moved, and he suddenly said, "You hate him?"
"I am a Dwarf."
Tyrion gritted his teeth and said, "Would you expect a Dwarf to love a father who only shames him?"
After a pause, he sighed: "Joffrey, you don't have to believe me, but please don't be complacent. If I'm not mistaken… Lannister's'supervision' of you will become even more excessive. They will even prevent you from having contact with Tywin. By then… all the facts will be laid out before you one by one, unless…"
Joffrey immediately asked, "Unless what?"
Tyrion's face was bitter: "Unless you can kneel every day and devoutly kiss the Old Lion's boots, otherwise… it will be very difficult for him to change his mind."
"You…"
Joffrey's chest heaved several times, and he loudly said, "I am King!"
Seeing the lion's tooth sword shaking in Joffrey's hand, Tyrion retreated a little further before saying, "King, I am already a prisoner. Now I can only do what I can to warn you. I am very sorry."
Joffrey said bitterly, "Even if you were outside, you couldn't help me, you ugly Dwarf."
The Dwarf uncle knelt sadly, bowing his head, and said, "May the gods bless you, King."
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