For nearly a week, the large procession slowly moved south, having already crossed the Neck and soon to cross the Trident.
During this time, the King summoned his cupbearer again and had a meeting with Ned.
This time, the topic was indeed matters of state, and they didn't shy away from him.
So Jon connected what he heard with the plot he already knew and ran it through his mind just in case.
This evening, after getting slightly tipsy with the soldiers, Jon prepared to return to his tent to rest.
God knows if the King would summon him again after he woke up, so being prepared was the only truth.
However, when he got close to his tent, he found something wrong.
Under the moonlight and campfires, a slender, proud, golden-haired beauty was pacing in front of his tent.
Judging from her hesitant movements, she clearly despised the environment here.
Seeing an acquaintance visiting, Jon hesitated.
Even though it wasn't their first meeting, he still felt somewhat resistant.
Fortunately, she turned around in time and interrupted Snow's hesitation with a tone that brokered no refusal.
"Come with me. Her Grace the Queen wants to see you..."
That's right, the visitor was the Queen's handmaiden he had briefly met at the feast.
Judging from her beautiful blonde hair and hot figure, this girl was obviously related to Cersei, most likely a Lannister cousin like Lancel.
Thinking of this, Jon felt things were getting tricky.
Clearly, the current King and King's Landing, perhaps just as he had seen, were already surrounded by Lannisters.
And for an outsider like him, if he couldn't integrate in time and choose a circle to stand in, his end might soon be the same as Duke Eddard's, or even worse.
At this thought, the transmigrator suddenly felt completely sober.
But even so, he was prepared to resist a little; at the very least, he couldn't submit so easily.
"Aha? The Queen wants to see me, a Snow? Miss, did you find the wrong person?"
After playing dumb, Jon turned to leave, not intending to give her a chance to correct him.
Presumably, as long as he ran fast enough, trouble would never catch up with him.
Unfortunately, because he turned too anxiously, he didn't have time to observe and slammed heavily into a suit of iron armor.
Rubbing his nose, the transmigrator saw two Red Cloaks. He naturally knew there was no room for negotiation, so he could only obediently follow them to the other side of the camp.
When he saw the still-charming Cersei again, a familiar wave of exhaustion washed over him, and even his lower back started to ache dully.
"Seven Gods above, heaven knows if I can handle it..."
With this tragic mindset, Jon walked forward with heavy steps and soon arrived before the Queen.
Then, the transmigrator was surprised to find that the large carriage originally used for travel, the so-called wheelhouse, was parked behind Cersei, hidden by layers of tents. It was clearly set up as a temporary bedchamber.
Based on Jon's common sense from his previous life, with this setup, let alone soundproofing, even a duel inside probably wouldn't be heard by anyone.
Thinking of this, the transmigrator subconsciously swallowed, his mouth feeling a bit dry.
Fortunately, he didn't see any extra people, which meant he didn't have to worry about dying here just yet.
After quickly weighing his options, before Jon could make a move, Cersei opposite him spoke slowly.
"About your brother, that was completely an accident. The agreement between you and me still stands..."
"??!"
Hearing the Queen's opening remark, Jon couldn't react for a moment.
After entering here, he had thought of many possibilities, including being framed for trespassing in the Queen's tent and killed on the spot, or having to... work hard all night again.
But the only thing he hadn't thought of was that Cersei was worried about this.
But on second thought, he understood. He obviously had the "God's perspective," so he could consider everything thoroughly.
But in reality, from the current situation, the Queen couldn't be sure if he had kept a backup plan to expose her affair with Jaime, so she explained Bran's accident.
After figuring this out, Jon's original worries lessened a lot, and his look toward Cersei softened.
As he raised his eyelids, what came into view was a dignifiedly dressed Queen, vastly different from that night.
Recalling the wonderful scene back then, little Jon subconsciously "saluted."
However, feeling the reaction of his young body, the transmigrator had to lower his posture to prevent exposing the awkward situation.
Recalling the question the Queen just mentioned, although Jon wanted to say something, he vaguely felt that this might be fate.
Although he had seriously warned Bran, the boy still climbed the Broken Tower again.
And the current Queen clearly hadn't been tortured by fate into madness yet, so the one who acted was naturally the White Cloak.
Thinking of this, the King's Squire immediately shifted his gaze, trying to find Jaime's trace, but found nothing.
But to further rule out potential threats, Jon tried his best to prick up his ears to catch any detail.
Immediately after, he felt some images flash before his eyes in a trance—it was the situation around the tent.
Although he couldn't see the scene directly like with his naked eyes, he could actually feel some blurry shadows emerging in his mind in dynamic forms.
And this might be the manifestation of increased Spirit.
Feeling these subtle moments, Jon tried to maintain this other perspective, greedily observing the world, not even letting go of the insects chirping in the grass.
At this moment, he was like the omniscient Seven Gods, looking down on the entire earth. No detail could escape his insight, until the Queen's voice rang out again.
"Mm... Besides reiterating the agreement, I called you here for another matter."
Speaking of this, Cersei hesitated for a moment, then continued.
"Did the King mention anything else, especially when he was speaking privately with Lord Eddard... Of course, in exchange, I can agree to some other conditions."
As she said this, Cersei's eyes began to soften. She leaned back lazily in her chair, her red lips taking a sip from the glass of wine.
[Late at night, no one around, summoned by the Queen herself, wine and candlelight, a beauty drunk and reclining. Taste the details carefully, connect these keywords, and the conclusion is obvious: If you don't take advantage, you're a bastard. Why can't that person be you? Besides, you have prior experience. Thinking of this, you suddenly have a bold idea and immediately plan to step forward...]
The sudden interruption of the prompt startled Jon, but after listening to this narration, the transmigrator felt something was wrong.
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