Upon hearing her father mention pillows, Queen Regent Cersei couldn't help but pick up her wine glass and take a sip, using the act of drinking to glance at the Old Lion.
Tyrion raised his glass to Duke Tywin, grinning, "Because of their 'foolishness,' at least your hands weren't dirtied, Lord Tywin."
"Watch your tongue. I've taught you, Tyrion."
Duke Tywin stared coldly at his Dwarf son, then continued, "I have satisfied your curiosity. Do you still have doubts about your mission?"
Putting down his wine glass, Tyrion placed a hand on his chest and said, "Thank you for your support, Lord Hand."
As his words fell, Queen Regent Cersei's mocking voice rang out, "You must remember, if you mess up your mission, it's Father's face you're losing."
Tyrion barely suppressed the urge to retort, saying, "Please rest assured, the task Lord Tywin has given me is precisely what I excel at. I think... no one would dare intentionally cause trouble at this time, would they, my dear Queen Regent?"
"Enough. The discussion about Dorne ends here."
Duke Tywin's gaze slowly swept over his children present. "Next, let's talk about... Greene Crabb."
The Old Lion glanced at his good daughter and slowly added, "Duke."
Tyrion shifted in his chair, his face becoming somewhat contorted. He was struggling to suppress his laughter, not expecting... his amiable father to be quite humorous.
After a moment of silence, Queen Regent Cersei couldn't help but defend herself, "Greene captured Lord Arryn and broke through the Eyrie for my son. My enfeoffment was merely an early reward."
Duke Tywin gazed for a moment. "Perhaps this enfeoffment can bring some benefit to the Lannister family, Joffrey's mother."
"I am helping my son demonstrate the king's justice to the Seven Kingdoms."
With that, Cersei turned her face away: Greene was right, the Old Lion had been plotting to weaken her power.
Cersei's reaction caused Duke Tywin's chest to visibly heave. He took a breath, suppressing his anger, and said, "Cersei, Jaime, Tyrion, I have already promised Greene Crabb not to..."
He looked at his daughter. "Cersei, you can choose your own spouse."
His fingers curled slightly. "At the same time, he also promised me not to interfere in Lannister family matters anymore."
His gaze swept over his children again. "I command you, do not make things difficult for him because of your family matters in the future."
As the Old Lion's words fell, the Lioness lifted her chin and spoke in opposition, "But I am the Queen Regent."
Duke Tywin's voice suddenly rose, "You are my daughter! You are Lannister!"
His voice trembled with suppressed fury, "Cersei, I have had enough of your self-righteous foolishness. Do not make me remind you twice."
He warned, "Remember that firmly, Cersei."
The Old Lion's gaze left his daughter, whose eyes were red-rimmed, and moved to Tyrion.
Tyrion nodded slightly and grinned, "Lord Tywin, actually, Duke Crabb and I have always had a purely transactional relationship."
His father's gaze fell upon him, and Ser Jaime shrugged. "Father, I probably won't need to ask him for help."
After a pause, he added, "I still owe him a great favor."
Finally, the Old Lion's pale green eyes returned to the Lioness.
He gazed at her stubborn face and tightly closed lips for a moment, then said coldly, "Let me hear your answer."
Under Duke Tywin's sharp gaze, Queen Regent Cersei couldn't hold out much longer. She raised a hand to wipe the corner of her eye, sniffled, and nodded silently.
"Very good. Please remember your promise tonight."
On the table, Queen Regent Cersei nodded gently again; under the table, her tightly clenched fists trembled slightly.
The study door opened, and Duke Tywin walked out, followed closely by... Tyrion, who was practically trotting.
"Duke Tywin."
Tyrion had no choice but to do so. If he didn't follow the Old Lion out, he would definitely be made the target of Cersei's venting and revenge.
Thinking about it, he really was a poor little thing.
Tyrion smiled and greeted Ser Kevan, "Uncle Kevan."
"Let's go."
Ser Kevan nodded kindly to his nephew, then followed behind Duke Tywin.
Tyrion first glanced at his father's long legs, then at his own short ones, sighed, and followed suit.
Inside the study.
Clink, clink, clink, Ser Jaime picked up the golden wine pot and poured wine into Cersei's glass.
Queen Regent Cersei picked up the glass and drained it in one gulp. Then... she furiously threw the glass against the wall.
After the Old Lion left, the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Looking at the Lioness, who was burning with rage, Ser Jaime, standing to the side, said helplessly, "Cersei, Father has made a great concession for you. That's very rare."
"What do you know?!"
Cersei's ample chest heaved. She stared at Jaime, mocking, "I only see that in front of Tywin, even your courage to draw your sword disappears. The Lioness never needs cowardly comfort."
Ser Jaime frowned. "Cersei, Greene is no longer just a steward serving you. He is now a lord controlling vast lands. The same matter, if it happened now... could involve the game of power. As Lannister, we must handle it cautiously."
Cersei snorted coldly, "No matter how good the reason, it's nothing but a cowardly excuse."
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