Tyrion silently shook his head, and seeing his sad expression, Edmure said, "Is it about the negotiations? It's fine, don't mind me. I just get annoyed seeing the Frey weasel faces. I have patience to wait, just as you said, fruit needs time to ripen."
Tyrion forced a smile and said, "Thank you. I know, this is a good thing. To be honest, I also very much look forward to the Lannister and Tully families becoming one as soon as possible, Edmure."
His smile turned bitter: "I'm thinking about what you just mentioned about a wedding everyone can attend, which reminds me of Jaime…"
Tyrion sighed again, and Edmure said awkwardly, "Ser Jaime is Robb's captive, I…"
Tyrion noticed the vigilance flashing in Edmure's eyes and quickly interrupted, "No, Edmure, I won't make such an excessive request."
He smiled like a treacherous official: "Jaime has been locked by the wall for a long time. He has already been punished. Taking advantage of the excitement of Stark King's wedding, unlock him, at least let him be more comfortable in his cell, okay?"
He grinned: "If he could get some fine wine and food from the wedding, Lannister will always remember Edmure's kindness and generosity."
"That is possible…" Edmure pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded and said, "I can arrange this."
Seeing Edmure agree, Tyrion picked up the wine pot like a cupbearer and poured wine, his face full of gratitude: "Edmure, my sister Cersei will be grateful for your kindness her entire life. My poor sister has finally found a truly good husband, thanks to pray."
Hearing the praise, Edmure unconsciously straightened his back. Although Tyrion was a Dwarf, he was after all the second son of Lord Tywin, and had even served as Hand of the King… He was in a very good mood.
Tyrion's smile was fawning: "My future brother-in-law, let Jaime get a good night's sleep tonight…"
Late at night, Riverrun's main castle.
Brynden Tully stopped his nephew, who had just returned, and frowned, "Edmure, tomorrow is King Robb's wedding. As his uncle, you should rest early."
Edmure's drunken blue eyes seemed to ask: Why haven't you rested yet…
Ser Brynden sighed inwardly and patiently said, "Edmure, I am old. People prefer to see a spirited heir of Riverrun and the King's uncle standing by King Robb."
Edmure scratched his hair and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I will take good care of Robb."
Ser Brynden nodded, and before Edmure entered his room, he reminded him again, "Stay away from the Lannister envoy before the negotiations are over, Edmure."
Edmure's steps faltered, and he drunkenly said, "Okay, I will, Uncle."
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Inside the bedchamber, Jeyne Westerling stood up and said, "Mother?"
Lady Sybelle Spicer looked slightly aged. Both she and her daughter had chestnut curly hair and brown eyes. Her demeanor was dignified and elegant.
Lady Sybelle stepped forward, gently holding Jeyne's hand, and said, "I came to see you… You seem to be uneasy?"
Jeyne was silent for a while, then whispered, "I want to try my best to take care of Robb, but… I feel like I can't help him. I don't know what to do."
Patting Jeyne's hand gently, Lady Sybelle said softly, "My dear daughter, let's sit down and tell me what happened."
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