The handsome young singer was still singing with his eyes closed.
"In the rainy season—the Lord goes riding, hey—no, yeah—"
"In the rainy season—women sew clothes, hey—no, yeah—"
"On the haystack—women are kissed, hey—no, yeah—"
"Hey—no, yeah—hey—hey—no, yeah, hey—no, yeah—"
… … … …
The hall began to descend into chaos.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?"
"Gods, what happened to Edmure?!"
"Something happened to Edmure!"
Queen Jeyne gasped in disbelief: "Gods!"
King Robb didn't have time to examine his Uncle, who lay motionless with open eyes, and roared: "Scholar! Where is the Scholar?!"
Ser Brynden knelt there, holding the stiff and gradually cold Edmure in a daze.
"He has gone to meet the stranger." Ser Brynden was already crying tears of old age, his trembling, wrinkled hands closing Edmure's eyelids.
King Robb said in disbelief: "Impossible, it can't be this fast! Where is the Scholar? Where is the Scholar?! Oh, Jeyne knows medicine, Jeyne!"
He turned his head and shouted: "Jeyne… Jeyne!"
King Robb's voice brought the startled Jeyne back to her senses, and she quickly got up, hitched up her skirt, and hurried away.
As she approached, Queen Jeyne suddenly stopped, she suddenly felt a sharp pain, her body trembled uncontrollably, and she tightly covered her stomach with her hands.
King Robb turned his head again to urge: "Jeyne! You…"
Poof! Queen Jeyne suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Her vision turned red, and King Robb, kneeling beside Edmure, was covered in Queen Jeyne's blood.
Feeling the hot blood, King Robb was shocked.
He reached out to catch Queen Jeyne, hugging her tightly, utterly flustered: "Jeyne, Jeyne, look at me, look at me."
There was no response, and Queen Jeyne's eyes gradually lost their vitality.
Robb Stark roared in agony: "No!!!"
At this moment, Roose Bolton, standing amidst the crowd, looked at Jeyne in Robb's arms… his brows furrowed slightly. Then, a pair of pale eyes suddenly looked to another part of the crowd, Lord Bolton saw Black Walder staring at Edmure, and on his swollen, blood-stained face was unconcealed shock.
It was complete chaos; some people cried, some stumbled, some vomited, and some desperately rushed towards the dark main door.
Roose Bolton strode out, his winter-like gaze sweeping over Robb's Northern vassals, and for the first time, those present heard him speak loudly: "Northmen, maintain order!"
His voice rose again: "No one is allowed to leave! Those who disobey will be killed!"
Before the Northmen could respond, Black Walder was the first to shout: "The Twins! Didn't you hear Lord Bolton's order? No one is allowed to leave! Protect the King!"
Before long, the thick oak doors of the main castle hall slowly closed with a dull thud.
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In a hidden spot on the west side of Riverrun, Tyrion leaned against the wall, panting: "My short legs almost gave out."
At the wedding feast, although Tyrion was assigned a "remote" position near the main door, he had been observing every word and action of the little Direwolf, his purpose being to learn as much as possible about this young ruler.
When Edmure showed abnormalities, Tyrion decisively led Bronn and the squires and others to quietly slip out of the main castle during the wedding feast.
Bronn's breathing only became slightly heavier, and he looked back in the direction of the main castle, saying: "My Lord, will this cause a misunderstanding?"
Tyrion wiped the sweat from his face, waved his hand, and said: "Let's talk about it later… May the Seven protect his old home, hopefully, it's just a misunderstanding."
After a while, a Lannister red cloak came trotting, he slowed down and said: "Lord Tyrion, the main castle doors have been closed!"
His voice carried a hint of panic: "Edmure Tully is dead!"
Tyrion's pupils contracted, and Bronn said to him: "My Lord, you saved us."
"And saved myself, I really didn't expect…"
Tyrion untied the money pouch from his waist and threw it directly to Bronn, saying: "We must leave, irrational people will not listen to our explanations."
He gazed at Bronn: "Staying here is dangerous, and if we escape alone, Lord Tywin will never forgive us, we must take Jaime with us."
Bronn weighed the money pouch in his hand, grinned and said: "This isn't enough, Lord Tyrion."
Tyrion also grinned: "This is just a small appetizer, Lannister always pays his debts."
Bronn put away the money pouch, patted it, and said: "My esteemed Lord, I am at your command."
Tyrion's speech quickened: "Adam Marbrand (Jaime's childhood friend, Tywin's appointed monitor, Chapter 258) is near the cells, he will appear when he hears three bird calls. He has clothes prepared in advance there, you disguise yourselves as Riverrun guards and take Jaime out directly, and before you leave, help him change into Riverrun guard clothes as well."
Seeing that Tyrion was already prepared, Bronn said easily: "Then what? With such a big incident, I think Riverrun's gates will be closed very soon."
"Come to the west wall, where I peed into the Great River three days ago, and when you get close, let me hear three bird calls."
Tyrion reached out and patted Bronn's… thigh.
He urged: "Be quick, we don't have much time, you must be quick. Climb down the wall, get on the raft I hid by the river, and we'll be safe, my Blackwater River Knight."
"For the sake of the gold dragons." Bronn smiled and strode away.
Watching Bronn disappear into the night, Tyrion secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he had prepared for the worst.
… … … …
That night, the heir of Riverrun, Edmure Tully, died of poisoning.
That night, King Robb's Queen, Jeyne Westerling, died of poisoning.
That night, the critically ill Duke Hoster Tully heard the news of his heir's murder, and on his deathbed, he left a will… for his brother, Brynden Tully, to inherit Riverrun.
… … … …
… … … …
In the pale morning light, Queen Jeyne looked as if she was sleeping, and the Silent Sisters, completely wrapped up with only their eyes visible, stood not far away.
Robb's face was pale and haggard, his eyes bloodshot, and he stood by his wife's side… guarding her motionless.
Ser Brynden, who seemed to have aged a dozen years overnight, entered the sept with heavy steps, Lord Bolton and Maester Wyman of Riverrun followed behind him.
Ser Brynden walked over and patted Robb, his voice unable to hide his sorrow: "I thought I had seen enough of life and death… I don't even know how to comfort you now, my child."
Robb closed his eyes for a moment then opened them: "Uncle, the North knows no pity, only blood for blood."
Lord Bolton and Maester Wyman bowed to Robb: "Your Majesty."
Robb stared at his "sleeping" wife, his voice hoarse: "What happened?"
Maester Wyman glanced at Lord Bolton, and seeing him silent, he spoke first: "King Robb, there were two kinds of poison. Edmure was poisoned with the Strangler, it is a potent poison that can quickly suffocate a person to death, with symptoms identical to choking."
He paused, then continued: "The poison Queen Westerling was given resembles ghost grass, it causes severe abdominal pain, vomiting blood, and instantaneous death."
Robb's hand gently stroked his wife's face: "Have you found the killer?"
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