"Tyrion!" Ser Jaime roared.
Seeming to feel his tone was too harsh, he softened it and advised, "Tyrion, don't joke like that. Cersei is your sister, after all."
Tyrion still smiled and said, "Of course she's my sister, and your twin sister, Jaime."
Ser Jaime paused slightly, then slowly nodded.
Tyrion grinned: "But Cersei isn't just your sister."
Ser Jaime's face stiffened for a moment. He stared at his brother for a while and said, "Stop teasing, Tyrion."
Just as he was about to change the subject, Tyrion's voice rang out first: "Jaime, my brother, I've long known about you and Cersei. Perhaps I know more than you do."
"..." Ser Jaime's expression was complex.
Tyrion chuckled: "Actually, I admire you, Jaime Lannister. Not only did you stab the Targaryen king to death, but you also inherited their family's old tradition."
Ser Jaime: "..."
After a moment of silence, Ser Jaime moved his lips and whispered, "I love her."
The smile on Tyrion's face vanished, and he said, "She's not worth your love."
His brother's words were harsh, and Ser Jaime tried to retort, "She loves me too."
Tyrion reminded him mockingly, "Yes, she loves you, but you're just one of the people she opens her legs for."
He stood up, crossed his arms, and continued, "Lancel, our cousin, is also one of them."
Could everything Tyrion said be true?!
Was Tyrion deceiving him? No, Tyrion wouldn't deceive him!
Ser Jaime clutched his hair with both hands, shaking his head, his voice filled with pain: "Impossible! Why?!"
Stepping barefoot on the grass, Tyrion approached. He reached out and gripped Jaime's shoulder, saying, "End your mirror game as soon as possible, or you'll only suffer more."
Ser Jaime sat alone by the river, sleepless all night.
As dawn broke, a group of people were preparing to depart.
Ser Jaime, looking haggard, approached Tyrion and said, "I don't believe Cersei would betray me. I'll confirm it with her myself."
Tyrion shrugged: "Alright, but I must warn you, sometimes the truth is harder to accept than a lie."
He added, "Jaime, my brother, don't forget, King's Landing has a kind father, and also a... little king who is immensely proud of being Robert's son."
Ser Jaime's steps paused. He turned his head to glance at Tyrion before leaving, his back looking like that of someone fleeing.
As it grew light, they obtained the horses Tyrion had prepared in advance in the dilapidated small town.
Rumors spread at an unreasonable speed, and the Lannister guards, disguised as Sellswords and tending the horses, brought bad news.
"Lord Tyrion, people are saying you killed Edmure Tully and the Stark King's queen."
"I also heard that the Stark King left Riverrun with an army, vowing to personally execute you."
Tyrion sighed deeply, looking at the sky: "They really think highly of me."
Ser Jaime's face looked very pale. He forced a smile and joked in a somewhat hoarse voice, "The Lannister giant is about to become the Riverlands' nightmare."
Tyrion ruffled his hair and said, "I think they prefer to affectionately call me Little Devil... To be honest, I only hope the rumor about the Little Direwolf coming to catch me personally is just a rumor."
Combing his hair with his fingers, Tyrion said seriously, "Regardless of whether it's true or false, we'd better leave quickly. If we really get caught, Lord Tywin won't care whether I live or die."
He looked at Jaime, worriedly saying, "Brother, you don't look well..."
Ser Jaime shook his head slightly: "I'm fine, let's go quickly. Don't underestimate the Stark's stubbornness. That Little Direwolf might really bring troops to pursue us. I've had enough of prison."
As Ser Jaime settled onto his saddle, his childhood friend, Adam Marbrand, rode closer and said, "Jaime, what's wrong?"
Ser Jaime tugged on the reins and said, "I'm fine, Adam."
Then... in the afternoon, as the group rode on horseback, Ser Jaime swayed in the saddle, slowly tilted, and fell heavily from his horse.
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Five days later, north of Harroway's Town, a roadside inn near the Kings Road.
In the center of the hall was a roaring fireplace. Beside it, the inn's staff busily served steaming food and full tankards to the guests.
The air was thick with the smell of wine and food, and guests sat around rough wooden tables, drinking and talking loudly.
"The Lannister Little Devil slit Lord Edmure's throat with a purple sword!"
"Oh! My Lord Edmure!"
"I heard the Little Devil drank Lord Edmure's blood from a wine cup!"
"Oh, gods, it's too cruel, please send down divine punishment!"
"I heard Lord Edmure died of poisoning?!"
"Yes, I heard that too, Lord Edmure and the Queen were both poisoned!"
"The Queen is dead, which Queen?!"
"Haha, kings and queens are everywhere, even the Others can't count how many there are!"
"It's the King of the Trident's Queen!!"
"I'm telling the truth, she died at the wedding feast in Riverrun, also from poisoning!"
"Gods, who would dare drink at a wedding feast after this!"
"Only noble lords need to worry about such things, what does it have to do with us?"
By the wooden railing upstairs, Lord Green, with his keen hearing, raised an eyebrow. Could Edmure Tully really be dead?
Green's brown eyes trembled slightly. Who did it, who could it be?!
Was Janei Westerling also murdered?
Green picked up his wine cup and gently swirled it. It seemed that... the mastermind intentionally spared Robb Stark.
If these rumors were true... Green's gaze sharpened.
The main door of the hall downstairs suddenly opened, and Brienne strode in. The noisy chatter paused for a moment, then immediately resumed.
Thump, thump, thump, thump, Brienne ascended the wooden stairs, hurrying to where Green was.
Bremer glanced at Mondon, whose mouth was full of roasted meat, then leaned in and whispered to Green.
After listening, Green nodded slightly, paused, and his fingers slowly tapped the table. He could now confirm... Edmure and Jeyne were indeed dead... Robb was leading troops to search for Tyrion and Jaime, who had escaped Riverrun.
Edmure... Edmure Tully... Jaime... Tyrion... The wedding in Riverrun... Poisoning... Robb Stark... Lannister... Duke Tywin... Green's eyes trembled. Was this to... deepen the hatred between the Direwolf and the Mad Lion?
To poison the heir of Riverrun in Riverrun would require a trusted person from the Tully or Stark side as an inside accomplice, which surely involved huge interests.
Green's long fingers paused, but... why did the mastermind include Janei Westerling? What was the reason for that?
If the goal was to deal with the "Robb faction," wouldn't keeping Janei Westerling there be more beneficial to... Wait... Normally, whether it was Jaime as a captive or Tyrion as an envoy, it would be very difficult for them to escape Riverrun in that situation... Could the mastermind's true target be both of them, or one of them?
Upon seeing Tyrion and his companions, Lord Green would likely be able to guess the true mastermind, but at this moment, he could at least be certain of one thing: the Lannister brothers, still on the run, could fall into danger at any time, because the wolves were pursuing them.
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