What was supposed to be a welcoming feast was forcibly turned into a farewell feast by Aegon.
Aegon clinked glasses with Weimond, comforting him while praising his exceptional abilities.
A drunken Weimond, thinking he had finally found someone who understood him, poured out all the bitterness in his heart.
First, he complained about the seven gods being unfair, then about Corlys being old and muddle-headed, and finally, he even blamed Viserys.
He blamed him for not marrying Laena, which led to Rhaenyra contaminating the ancient and noble Velaryon bloodline!
Aegon's mouth also twitched as he listened.
Weimond really dared to speak his mind, insulting people without any reservation.
But Aegon thought that even if Viserys had married Laena, Corlys would still have Laenor marry Rhaenyra.
Of course, whether Viserys would agree was another matter, but Corlys would definitely try.
And once Laena gave birth to a son for Viserys—
Aegon guaranteed that Corlys would be more desperate and employ harsher methods than Otto Hightower when it came to changing the heir!
It's just a pity that reality doesn't have 'what ifs'.
Corlys wanted the House Velaryon to advance further and successfully married Rhaenyra, the heir to the Iron Throne, to his son Laenor.
But then 'something unexpected' happened; his son didn't even have a single child of his own flesh and blood!
Fortunately, there was still a possibility for remedy.
His nominal eldest grandson, Jacaerys, was named the heir to the Iron Throne.
As long as Baela married Jacaerys, the Velaryon bloodline would still integrate into the Iron Throne.
And Rhaenys marrying Lucerys would ensure that the driftstone throne of the House Velaryon would still be occupied by the noble seahorse bloodline!
Perhaps Laena never knew until her death that her daughter would have to clean up Rhaenyra's mess.
Or perhaps Laena knew everything but didn't want to expose it.
Regardless of the outcome, Laena was dead.
Night deepened.
The moon, which usually generously cast down large swathes of silver light, remained hidden behind dark clouds.
After the feast, Aegon found a sulking Aemond.
"Still angry, you little brat?" Aegon chuckled.
"I'm ten years old, but you won't let me drink!" Aemond pouted and turned his head away, avoiding Aegon's eyes.
Hearing this, Aegon gave a helpless smile and heavily knocked Aemond's little head.
"You little rascal, do you know how much I value you? I'm not stopping you from drinking because you're young; I have a very important task for you!"
"A very important task? For me?"
For a moment, Aemond automatically blocked out the pain on his head, his face filled with excitement.
Recently, Helena and Daeron were often assigned tasks by Aegon, such as delivering letters or verbal messages, but Aemond was not.
At that time, Aemond approached Aegon and asked him to assign him a task as well, even if it was just escorting his sister or Daeron; he really wanted to do something for Aegon.
However, Aegon was currently poaching from the Black Party, using threats and inducements to win over nobles who originally supported the Black Party.
The success rate of poaching was not high.
If he encountered certain stubborn nobles who valued their oaths above all else, Aegon would inevitably be mocked.
Helena and Daeron were fine; they were calm and intelligent.
But Aemond was not; he had been impulsive and easily angered since childhood. If he rode his Dragon and massacred someone's entire family, it would be a fatal blow to the Greens' reputation!
"That's right, I will complete this important task with you, so I was afraid you would get drunk and affect the execution of the task. You must remember, drinking spoils things!"
"Got it, got it. What is this important task?" Aemond now only wanted to show off his might and didn't want to listen to Aegon's nagging at all.
In Aemond's opinion, Aegon's nagging was even more terrifying than Alicent's; it made him want to fall asleep!
"Riding Dragons, launching a night raid on Tyrosh!"
Aemond's eyes immediately burst with excited light.
"Just the two of us?" Aemond glanced outside the tent. "Where are sister and Daeron?"
"Helena and Daeron are already asleep. It's just you and me now. This is a secret mission between us brothers working together. Do you have confidence?"
"Tonight, Vhagar will make the greedy Tyroshi pay the price in blood and fire!" Aemond quickly patted his chest and promised.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Aegon beckoned and took the lead in walking outside.
"Let us brothers remind them of the wrath of the Dragon King!"
In the pitch-black night where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Sunfyre and Vhagar disappeared into the sky with movements as light as possible.
The cold wind howled, and Sunfyre and Vhagar flew at full speed, reaching Tyrosh in no time.
At this time, Tyrosh was brightly lit. Looking from afar, it seemed as if it hadn't been ravaged by Dragons at all.
Aegon was a little surprised. Are the Tyroshi that optimistic?
They were just attacked by Dragonriders in the daytime, and by night, they are already indulging in revelry and debauchery?
But as Sunfyre gradually closed the distance, Aegon finally saw the scene within Tyrosh.
This is not revelry and debauchery; this is overseers holding torches and cracking whips, urging slaves to rush to repair the city walls!
"Wicked slave owners, still exploiting slaves when it's almost midnight," Aegon muttered, his lips curled.
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