King's Landing, inside The Red Keep.
After Joffrey Baratheon and Sansa Stark kissed, they were about to raise their cups to drink together.
Joffrey Baratheon suddenly snatched the goblet from Sansa Stark's hand, then smiled and said, feigning composure, "I remember you don't like to drink, so let's not drink today."
Seeing this, Sansa Stark assumed Joffrey Baratheon was looking out for her, so she agreed with a sweet smile.
However, just as Joffrey Baratheon set the goblet down and let out a long sigh of relief, thinking the matter had passed.
He suddenly noticed that Sansa Stark's complexion was taking a turn for the worse again. Her face turned pale, the veins on her face swelled and flushed red, and she began to gasp for air.
"Sansa!"
With Joffrey Baratheon's cry of alarm, the guests panicked once more and swarmed around them.
Joffrey Baratheon knelt in despair beside his wife, Sansa Stark, caressing her cheek as tears streamed down his face.
Why? Why! Could the poison not be in the goblet!?
The next moment, Garlan Tyrell rushed over, trying to save Sansa Stark, but it was already too late.
Then, Grand Maester Pycelle arrived late as usual. He hurried over with his full set of equipment. He carefully examined the condition of Queen Sansa Stark, his face showing difficulty.
"I am sorry, Your Grace. The Queen is beyond saving. The poisoning is too deep; there is no cure."
Grand Maester Pycelle said heavily, "Your Grace, these symptoms are exactly the same as those of the late Hand of the King, Jon Arryn."
Joffrey Baratheon felt somewhat dejected. Why couldn't he change the outcome even after returning to the past!
Joffrey Baratheon scanned the people present; they still had the same expressions as last time.
He steeled his gaze, deciding to try again, and shouted, "rhllor! rhllor! Come out!"
The Imp, Tyrion Lannister, heard Joffrey Baratheon's shouting and approached with some confusion, thinking his nephew had gone mad.
Just as he was about to get close to Joffrey Baratheon, a ball of fire suddenly appeared around Joffrey Baratheon.
Because he was quite close, the flames once again singed a few strands of the Imp Tyrion Lannister's hair.
"Oh, fuck. What is going on here?" Tyrion Lannister said, incredibly surprised.
After speaking, Tyrion Lannister once again trotted over with light, quick steps, seemingly wanting to comfort his good nephew Joffrey Baratheon.
"Joffrey Baratheon, are you alright? Let me tell you, you'll have to compensate me for the few strands of hair I lost and the rest of my hair that got a fright."
Tyrion Lannister said this half-jokingly; he actually just wanted to comfort Joffrey Baratheon and stop him from being so sad.
However, the moment he got within a meter of his good nephew Joffrey Baratheon, the high-temperature flames that had manifested suddenly began to rotate and condense, finally forming into a human body before the shocked eyes of Tyrion Lannister.
For some reason, Tyrion Lannister felt this scene seemed familiar.
Seeing that this person had the exact same appearance as King Joffrey Baratheon, the entire room was shocked.
But Joffrey Baratheon showed no panic, instead looking at rhllor and saying, "rhllor, I want to try again. I must change this outcome!"
rhllor said helplessly, "Fine, let you try again."
With that, rhllor's body erupted with brilliant red and yellow divine light, like a great sun, shining through the ages.
The blinding light gradually enveloped Joffrey Baratheon and rhllor, then shot straight into the sky.
Tyrion Lannister watched this scene and shouted in surprise, "Wow, ascending to heaven again!"
When he realized what he'd said, Tyrion Lannister lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Huh? Why did I say 'again'?"
...
King's Landing, inside The Red Keep.
Joffrey Baratheon and Sansa Stark had just left The Great Sept of Baelor and arrived at the venue inside The Red Keep.
Before they had even sat down, Joffrey Baratheon whispered into Sansa Stark's ear, "Let's not eat anything at the banquet, okay?"
Although Sansa Stark couldn't quite understand, seeing her husband Joffrey Baratheon's serious expression, she nodded in agreement.
Everything that followed proceeded smoothly, reaching the original point in time.
However, after the prayers, when the two of them sat down side by side.
Just when Joffrey Baratheon thought it was over again, he suddenly noticed that Sansa Stark's complexion was taking a turn for the worse again. Her face turned deathly pale, and her veins swelled and turned red.
"Sansa!"
With Joffrey Baratheon's cry of alarm, the guests panicked once more and swarmed around them.
Joffrey Baratheon knelt in despair beside his wife, Sansa Stark, caressing her cheek, feeling somewhat dejected.
Why? Why! Could the poison not be in the wine or any of the food!?
The next moment, Garlan Tyrell rushed over again, trying to save Sansa Stark, but it was already too late.
Then, Grand Maester Pycelle arrived late as usual. He hurried over with his full set of equipment. He carefully examined the condition of Queen Sansa Stark, his face showing difficulty.
"I am sorry, Your Grace. The Queen is beyond saving. The poisoning is too deep; there is no cure."
Grand Maester Pycelle said heavily, "Your Grace, these symptoms are exactly the same as those of the late Hand of the King, Jon Arryn."
Joffrey Baratheon pushed Grand Maester Pycelle aside and shouted on the spot again, "rhllor! rhllor! Come out!"
The Imp, Tyrion Lannister, heard Joffrey Baratheon's shouting and approached again, thinking his nephew had gone mad.
Just as he was about to get close to Joffrey Baratheon, a ball of fire suddenly appeared around Joffrey Baratheon.
Because he was quite close, the flames once again singed a few strands of the Imp Tyrion Lannister's hair.
"Oh, fuck. What is going on here?" Tyrion Lannister said, surprised.
After speaking, Tyrion Lannister once again trotted over with small steps, seemingly wanting to comfort Joffrey Baratheon.
"Joffrey Baratheon, are you alright? You'll have to compensate me for the few strands of hair I lost and the rest of my hair that got a fright," Tyrion Lannister said half-jokingly.
But the moment he got within a meter of Joffrey Baratheon, the high-temperature flames suddenly began to converge and rotate, forming into a human body before the shocked eyes of Tyrion Lannister.
For some reason, Tyrion Lannister felt this scene seemed somewhat familiar.
Seeing that this person had the exact same appearance as King Joffrey Baratheon, the entire room was shocked again.
But Joffrey Baratheon looked calmly at the rhllor before him and said, "rhllor, I want to try again. I must change this outcome!"
rhllor said helplessly, "Fine, fine, let you try again."
With that, rhllor's body erupted with red and yellow divine light once again, like a great sun, shining through the ages.
The blinding light gradually enveloped Joffrey Baratheon and rhllor, then shot straight into the sky.
Tyrion Lannister watched this scene and shouted in surprise, "Wow, ascending to heaven again and again!"
When he realized what he'd said, Tyrion Lannister lowered his head and muttered to himself, "Huh? Why did I say 'again and again'?"
...
The third time. The fourth time. The...th time.
He could no longer remember how many times it had been; Joffrey Baratheon had tried every method, but none could prevent Sansa Stark's death.
In countless attempts, he had Sansa Stark not eat, not drink, not have contact with anyone, and so on.
However, even his decision to cancel the wedding on the spot was of no use, as if it were fated that Sansa Stark must die today.
"Joffrey, what's wrong with you?" Sansa Stark asked with confusion.
From the moment they walked into The Red Keep, Sansa Stark had noticed that her husband Joffrey Baratheon's attitude toward her had suddenly become extremely cold.
The look in Joffrey Baratheon's eyes was as if he were looking at a stranger, an object, which made her shudder.
Just as she was thinking this, Sansa Stark's complexion suddenly turned pale, her veins swelled and flushed red, and she felt she couldn't breathe.
The next moment, Sansa Stark collapsed to the ground, weak and powerless. The treatment from Garlan Tyrell and Grand Maester Pycelle had no effect at all.
On her deathbed, Sansa Stark looked with blurry eyes at her cold husband, Joffrey Baratheon, not far away, but he showed no emotion at all. With her last bit of strength, she spoke with blood-stained lips: "Joffrey, you really are cold-hearted."
Joffrey Baratheon, who had intended to return to the past and try again, was stunned on the spot upon hearing these words from his wife, Sansa Stark.
Joffrey Baratheon had returned to the past initially just to save his wife, Sansa Stark, but after countless attempts and countless failures, he had found that Sansa Stark couldn't be saved and had decisively let go to prepare for the next attempt.
So, he was suddenly stunned by his wife Sansa Stark's cry, and countless questions surged in his heart.
What is wrong with me? Why am I so cold? Don't I love my Sansa Stark the most? Am I not working hard to save my wife? Why am I indifferent to her death?
Having experienced so many failures, Joffrey Baratheon had become numb. He had turned saving his wife into a goal, while ignoring why he wanted to save her in the first place—because he loved her.
Joffrey Baratheon, having steeled himself, pushed Garlan Tyrell and Grand Maester Pycelle aside and rushed forward. He held his wife Sansa Stark's gradually cooling body tightly, lowering his head to weep silently.
"rhllor, I want to try again," Joffrey Baratheon said in a low voice, caressing Sansa Stark's face.
"Joffrey Baratheon, give up. You cannot change it. Besides, my divine power is running low; I fear I cannot support further travel back and forth," rhllor said.
"No, it's enough. Don't forget, I also have divine power in my body," Joffrey Baratheon said while lowering his head, channeling the divine power within him.
"You are really throwing your life away! Your divine power is unstable right now, and you cannot precisely control the time and location of the travel! Stop!"
rhllor looked at Joffrey Baratheon as if looking at a madman—in disbelief, unable to understand—but rhllor could no longer stop him.
Amidst rhllor's repeated shouts, Joffrey Baratheon's entire body turned into flames and shot into the clouds. For his beloved, he strived to alter the trajectory of fate.
Watching this spectacular scene that shocked everyone present, Tyrion Lannister remained expressionless, his heart not rippling in the slightest.
Because he felt he was extremely familiar with this scene—so familiar that he was almost sick of seeing it.