Tyrion exaggeratedly exhaled and said, "Now I'm finally relieved, pray bear witness."
Podrick had just helped Tyrion put on his chainmail when Joffrey, surrounded by the Kingsguard, walked over.
He lifted his visor and said, "I'll leave this to you. Mother told me to go back to the Red Keep to protect her."
Tyrion looked up at Joffrey. His eyes told him that his nephew, the King, was trying hard to hide his inner terror.
Tyrion grinned, "My good sister suddenly has a well-behaved and obedient son."
Joffrey's face twisted, and he said, red-faced, "If you don't hold the wall, I'll cut off your head!"
"Stannis will be faster than you."
After speaking, Tyrion made a gesture, and his guards quickly gathered around.
Joffrey looked left and right and said, "You... what are you doing?! I am the King!"
"I know you are the King, my good nephew."
Tyrion stood on tiptoe, reached out, and pulled down Joffrey's visor with a clang, saying, "Don't lift it. You don't want to ruin that pretty face, do you? Be careful of stray arrows piercing your eyes."
He added, "Your cloak and banner must stay. Do you agree, My King?"
"I won't let you off!" Joffrey glared hatefully at the smiling Tyrion, then turned and strode away.
As Ser Osmund prepared to follow, Tyrion grabbed his wrist, put away his smile, and said seriously, "No matter what happens, you must ensure Joffrey's safety. Ser, a Lannister always pays his debts."
Ser Osmund stopped, curved his lips, and nodded slightly, saying, "Yes, Prime Minister."
Only after seeing Joffrey obediently hand over his cloak and the King's banner from a distance did Tyrion retract his gaze.
"Bronn, have someone hang Joffrey I's lion-stag banner in the highest place."
...
Tyrion had just put on his breastplate when the Commander of the Gold Cloaks climbed up to his tower and found him.
He looked at Tyrion's attire with a solemn face and said, "Prime Minister Tyrion, I heard you are going to charge into battle yourself?"
Tyrion was somewhat confused by Ser Jacelyn's attitude. He nodded and said, "If, I..."
Before he finished speaking, Ser Jacelyn interrupted, "Are you sure?"
After a pause, he said in a deep voice, "Prime Minister, I am not dead yet."
He raised the iron hand on his right arm: "I will use this to smash Stannis's head for you."
"You just stay here and watch." With a flick of his golden cloak, Ser Jacelyn turned and left.
After a few seconds, Tyrion seemed to come back to his senses. He said in an uncertain tone, "Did Ironhand steal my job?"
Bronn said with a grin, "My Lord, Ser Jacelyn seems to look down on your skills."
Tyrion's eyes trembled slightly, and he murmured, "Green's gaze is sharp... I have to admit... the glorious knights in the songs really exist..."
After a pause, he suddenly said, "Bronn, hurry over and tell Ser Jacelyn about Ser Lancel."
...
...
"Long live Renly! Long live Renly! Long live Renly!"
A troop of cavalry, raising the golden crowned stag banner, suddenly charged into Stannis's army, which had just breached the Kings Gate.
The person charging at the front... was clad in dazzling green armor, with golden stag antlers gleaming with fire.
Seeing "Renly" riding towards them, some of Stannis's soldiers immediately threw down their weapons and ran, while more knelt and surrendered, shouting "Long live Renly," offering almost no resistance.
Easily defeating the enemies at the Kings Gate, Lancel Lannister, dressed in "Renly's armor," trembled with excitement.
He kicked his spurs, and his long sword pointed towards the Dung Gate: "Attack!"
...
Most of Stannis's army was his brother's "legacy." When "Renly" and the crowned stag banner appeared, Stannis's army quickly fell into chaos.
Towards evening, Rose banners and lion banners appeared, and the Lannister-Tyrell allied army, led by Earl Rowan of the Riverlands, attacked Stannis's army.
Stannis's army gradually collapsed, and Duke Tywin Lannister personally led the cavalry to break through Stannis's camp on the north bank of the Blackwater River, delivering the final blow.
The tide of battle turned, and Stannis had no choice but to lead his remaining forces in retreat.
...
The next day, as the first ray of dawn appeared from the east, the bells of the Red Keep rang out, joining the surging sounds spilling from the seven crystal towers of the Great Sept of Baelor.
Dong dong dong.
Tyrion, who had slept directly in the Dung Gate tower, was awakened by the violent knocking. He opened the door with blurry eyes.
A tall, thin figure stood outside the door. He blinked, then paused and said, "Ser Adam (Chapter 221)?"
The newcomer, with dark bronze shoulder-length hair, said expressionlessly, "Tyrion Lannister, you must depart."
Tyrion sobered up almost instantly. He gripped the doorframe with one hand and said cautiously, "Depart? Depart for what?"
Adam Marbrand nodded slightly, his tone cold, "This is Lord Tywin's command. You have been appointed as the envoy to the Red Keep. He orders you to depart immediately for Riverrun. I am your attendant."
Tyrion rubbed his face and said incredulously, "For Jaime? Depart immediately? Is Father joking with me?"
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