After speaking, he angrily pointed to his hand, which was wrapped in cloth after being scratched.
He immediately grasped another key point in his Uncle's teaching: "Uncle, you just mentioned Aerys II. I know you're afraid of him."
Duke Tywin silently scrutinized Joffrey, and a cold light flickered in his pale green eyes.
King Joffrey couldn't help but take a step back. He muttered, "I didn't say anything wrong."
Duke Tywin composed himself and said, trying to keep his tone calm, "Who taught you that?"
His Uncle's "gentle" tone made King Joffrey raise his chin again: "What I said is the truth. My father, he is an invincible hero. He personally killed Prince Rhaegar and won the crown. And at that time, I heard that Uncle was hiding in Casterly Rock and dared not come out, because you were afraid of Aerys."
His voice was slightly disdainful: "Hand of the King Tywin, I am the King. A King is fearless and doesn't rely on your cowardly tricks."
"Thank you for your motto, King Joffrey." The chill in Duke Tywin's politeness seemed capable of freezing the ears of everyone present.
King Joffrey's triumphant expression stiffened. He seemed to finally realize his Uncle's "unusualness."
Duke Tywin's majestic voice rang out: "Sandor Clegane, Ser Mandon Moore, Ser Osmon Kettleblack, Ser Boros Blount. In my name, I order you to immediately go to the White Sword Tower and explain to the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard why you allowed His Majesty, who is underage, to command you."
After a pause, the Kingsguard members exchanged glances and then began to move. Finally, the Hound hesitated, put down young Robert whom he was holding, and followed them out.
King Joffrey said in a panic, "Hound, where are you going? Don't leave! You are my Hound! Uncle, you…what are you trying to do?! I am the King!"
"Ser Kevan."
As Duke Tywin's words fell, Ser Kevan walked out from behind, bowed slightly, and said, "Your Majesty, Duke Tywin."
Duke Tywin nodded slightly and said, "Ser Kevan, the King is tired. Please escort him back to his room, and then help him with some sleeping wine to aid his sleep."
King Joffrey looked up at the dazzling sunlight and said angrily, "It's daytime, why should I sleep? I don't want sleeping wine."
Duke Tywin suddenly raised his voice: "Sleeping is much better than a big boy tormenting a little boy in plain sight!"
King Joffrey looked at young Robert, who was cradled in Maester Colmon's arms, and shouted, "I'm not tormenting him! This is a contest between a King and a Duke! He is a traitor, I must punish him! I am the King!"
Duke Tywin looked directly at King Joffrey: "I told you, a person who constantly shouts that he is King is not a true King."
The surging anger made King Joffrey temporarily forget his fear of his Uncle. He glared at Duke Tywin with hatred, breathing heavily, his chest heaving continuously.
...
At the bottom of the tower stairs, Green leaned against the wall, conversing with a young Gold Cloak captain. His memory was excellent; he remembered every Gold Cloak he had seen during his tenure as Commander of the Gold Cloaks.
Green had stopped and remained there after sensing the anger rising from above. The atmosphere between the Uncle and grandson was intense, and he felt there was no room for him to add fuel to the fire.
As for his objective…since he had already chosen a "gentle" approach, Lord Greene would have enough patience to wait. Because the point of conflict was "laid out" there, a slight "fanning of the flames" could push it in the desired direction. If once wasn't enough, then twice; if twice wasn't enough, then thrice.
With good luck, it would be achieved in one go. If…luck was always bad, Lord Greene would switch to another, less gentle method to achieve his goal, because…he was already a player at the table of power; he was the chess master.
Footsteps came from the stairs. Green's brown eyes flickered as he saw the Kingsguard, clad in silver armor and white cloaks, descending the stairs one by one.
Not long after the Kingsguard left, a breathless Pycelle climbed up from the stairs below.
Green's lips curved slightly: "Maester Pycelle, King Joffrey is injured. Please attend to his wound in a moment."
Seeing Pycelle's old face show a look of nervousness, he gestured with one finger on the back of his other hand: "It's said to be just a scratch. I'm just being cautious."
"The Gods preserve him."
"Yes, may the Gods preserve him."
...
Duke Tywin and Ser Kevan, one was the Uncle, the other was the Uncle. Both of them, in front of the King: one was cold, the other amiable.
King Joffrey took a step back and said angrily towards Ser Kevan, who was approaching him, "I am the King!"
At this moment, Duke Tywin's voice rang out: "No sleeping wine is needed."
He continued, "You are only thirteen, you still have time to properly attend King's lessons. During this period, I will pacify the kingdom for you and restore the King's law and dignity."
Duke Tywin nodded to his brother, and Ser Kevan led the Red Cloaks back.
His voice still carried a chill: "And during this time, let me see you diligently learning how to be a good King, Joffrey."
After speaking, Duke Tywin nodded slightly, turned around, and said, "Kevan, let's go back. And…"
...At least make you look like an adult...
...Not a true King...
...No matter how hard you try...
...They will always treat you as a little boy...
...Protecting the weak is their best excuse...
...Hand of the King Tywin asked me to take you back...
...The King must immediately return with me...
...The Queen Mother sent me to protect you...
...Escort him to his chambers...
...Give him sleeping wine...
After a pause, Duke Tywin continued, "I will appease young Robert for you. From now on, you are not allowed to see him without my permission."
Joffrey's eyes were bloodshot: "He injured me!"
Duke Tywin stopped the foot he was about to step out with, his back to Joffrey, and said, "That's nothing to boast about, Joffrey."
King Joffrey's face twisted: "I will never let him go!"
"No one can stop me!" He suddenly strode towards another direction…the direction where young Robert was in Maester Colmon's arms.
Walking forward, King Joffrey first kicked Maester Colmon violently, then…he grabbed young Robert's hair and dragged him directly to the battlements.
"I, am, the, King!"
Jumping onto the battlements, Joffrey swung his arm, and young Robert "flew" out of the Red Keep.
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