Suddenly, Robert Baratheon seemed to realize something and immediately felt relieved.
There is no love greater than a parent's love for their children.
Although she didn't know what Cersei Lannister was thinking, no matter how much her reputation was damaged, it would be fine as long as her children could survive!
However, even with Cersei Lannister's desperate confession, no one believed it at this moment.
Everyone knew that Cersei Lannister wanted to use this to secure a way out for her children.
But regardless of whether it was true or false, Viserys Targaryen would not let her succeed.
"Who is the paramour?"
The next moment, Viserys Targaryen's eyes blazed like torches as he loudly questioned her.
Hearing this, Cersei Lannister's gaze suddenly became shifty.
She was glad Viserys Targaryen believed her explanation, but the kingslayer—she absolutely dared not utter that name.
Everyone knew it was her own brother who had personally killed the former King, Viserys Targaryen's father.
"There are many, such as some unknown guards... such as the deceased Grand Maester Pycelle... such as... I can't even remember!"
Clearly, Cersei Lannister was not a woman skilled at lying.
Even Ned Stark, who was least adept at detecting lies, widened his eyes slightly, noticing the anomaly.
"Enough, Cersei."
Robert Baratheon shook his head, then suddenly slumped down like a deflated ball.
He had intended to die with the same resolve as kings of old, but now it seemed impossible.
He still had three children, three innocent children!
"It is my incompetence that has dragged you down!"
Robert Baratheon sighed, tears in his eyes.
As a man, he actually needed his wife to publicly confess to adultery, merely to protect their children.
Thinking of this, his eyes welled up with tears, and he was filled with emotion: "Myrcella, Joffrey, Tommen, I am sorry..."
However, before the usurper Robert could finish his confession, Viserys Targaryen slowly rose, interrupting Robert Baratheon's words of repentance.
"Is the paramour your brother, Jaime Lannister?"
At these words, all the nobles in the hall gasped!
No one had expected that Viserys Targaryen would actually make Cersei Lannister accuse her own brother.
"No... it's not him!"
Cersei Lannister's eyes widened, on the verge of collapse.
The Imp had clearly told her beforehand that as long as she confessed to adultery, Viserys Targaryen would pardon her children on the grounds that they were not the King's offspring!
But now, how could Viserys Targaryen know the truth of this matter?
She had never told anyone!
Suddenly, the words "Dreamwalker" flooded her mind like a nightmare.
Legend had it that the Dreamwalker knew all and saw all.
As soon as she thought of this, Cersei Lannister completely lost her composure.
If she admitted that Jaime was their biological father, then her entire family would be doomed!
"No, it's not!"
Cersei Lannister's eyes widened, shaking her head repeatedly and denying it loudly.
At this moment, in Robert Baratheon's eyes, Cersei Lannister looked very much like a virtuous wife and loving mother.
"Enough, Cersei!"
Robert Baratheon couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache, closing his eyes in pain, and said, "Don't struggle anymore, he won't spare our family!"
The next moment, he directly broke the iron chains before him, his powerful muscles almost twisting the iron bars of the entire cage: "You brat, come at me, your Grandpa Robert isn't afraid of you!"
"Just like that madman—your father Aerys Targaryen—let you use wildfire to judge me on behalf of the Seven Gods! Come on!"
"Protect His Majesty!"
Brienne of Tarth hurriedly led the Kingsguard to stand before Viserys Targaryen.
No one had expected that Robert Baratheon, after being imprisoned for half a year, would possess such strength in his rage.
"If you want to kill, then kill, why humiliate my family!"
Robert Baratheon was furious.
Framing his wife for adultery was bad enough, but to insist on implicating Jaime Lannister, who had not yet been arrested, was simply despicable.
Looking at this "Hulk" who was almost red with fury, Viserys Targaryen almost burst out laughing.
The truth was right before him, yet honest Robert was still oblivious!
"Cersei Lannister, you betrayed your King, your husband, your people. You allowed shame to sit on the iron throne, and deceit to become the law of the Seven Kingdoms."
Viserys Targaryen's gaze paused, sweeping over the face of every noble present.
"I sentence you—at noon today, to walk naked through the streets of King's Landing, starting from The Red Keep, so that all may witness the real you, stripped of finery and lies. This is a walk of penance!"
"As for the three children," Viserys Targaryen changed his tone, "this usurper's war has nothing to do with them!"
Hearing this, Cersei Lannister's body swayed slightly, her expression dazed.
But when she heard that her three children were about to be pardoned, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Cersei Lannister cried, covering her face.
Although she didn't know what the Imp had done, Viserys Targaryen had actually let her go!
"What exactly happened?"
The nobles below also began to whisper and exchange glances, only Tyrion Waters tightly clenched his fists in excitement.
He had finally, through his own wisdom—and, of course, Myrcella Baratheon's selfless devotion—rescued the Lannister family.
No, now she should be called Myrcella Waters.
Even Robert Baratheon, furious as he was, widened his eyes in utter confusion.
He never imagined that the two families with such a bloody feud on the continent of Westeros would be so easily pardoned?
"Your Majesty is merciful!"
Hearing this, Varys, the Spider, shouted loudly.
At this moment, he finally completely relaxed his guard regarding Viserys Targaryen.
This new King could even spare the legitimate daughter of House Lannister, let alone members of other houses?
As soon as he thought of this, those nobles who were still observing from remote areas instantly felt relieved... In front of The Red Keep's gate, under the gaze of thousands,
"Whore!"
"Incestuous!"
"Shame! Shame! SHAME!"
...Accompanied by the countless citizens of King's Landing watching and cursing, the cruel ringing of the bells, signifying the "Walk of Atonement," finally began.
The next moment, countless rotten vegetable leaves flew, sticky juice mixed with the fishy smell of rotten eggs, crushing Cersei Lannister's last shred of pride.
She tried to hold her head high and look everyone in the eye, but as far as her gaze reached, there were only countless twisted, grinning mouths, and a forest of countless arms throwing filth.
She had once been the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, the future Queen Mother.
Wherever her skirt hem brushed, knights would kneel on one knee.
And now, in front of everyone, the coarse brown robe was entirely pulled off by the High Sparrow.
She could only repeat that humiliating chant mechanically, tears in her eyes, over and over: "I am guilty... I committed adultery... My sins are countless..."
Suddenly, as she passed through the slum of Mud Gate, a dirty large hand reached out from the crowd and fiercely grabbed at Cersei Lannister.