Prince Aegon carefully tucked the Moon Sugar into his arms, and hesitated: "Grandfather, this dose..."
"I've already said it, Aegon." Lisandro patiently repeated what he had just said. The "great" Lisandro was very old. After the Dance of the Dragons subsided, the Rogare family, with their excellent political speculation, turned Lys into a Rogare family one-man show. If it weren't for the secret warnings from Dragon Nest City and Braavos, Lisandro might have truly become the Duke of Lys, or a de facto lifelong dictator of Lys. It was precisely because Lisandro didn't go too far that he lived safely to this day, having even safely passed his eighty-fourth naming day, making him one of the longest-lived mortals in the entire world.
"This dose is for the patrons of the pleasure houses. They linger in the brothels of Lys, and my good children use seven methods of spring chirping to allow them to feast and revel for seven days and seven nights, scattering their seeds. This dose also kills the vitality of their seeds for seven days and seven nights; only two Moon Sugars are needed to solve the problem."
Lisandro slowly looked at his grandson from head to toe, which immediately sent a chill down Prince Aegon's spine. After all, those who have long held high positions always possess a unique kind of majesty. "But you carry the bloodline of the Dragonlord family. This potion was invented after the Doom. We have never used this medicine on a Dragonlord family descendant, so... I cannot guarantee that it will truly be effective. There are four Moon Sugars here; use them as you deem fit. As for how many will cause lifelong damage, we are also unsure, only knowing that two can last for at least seven days, and some users may even last longer, while three may lead to lifelong damage to the user."
"I understand, Grandfather."
Prince Aegon clearly understood what Lisandro meant. Since the Doom, the only Dragonlord family remaining on the surface was the Targaryen family. And the ancestors of the family clearly preferred the village girls in the village below Dragonstone Castle—the ancestors' thoughts are unknown, perhaps the situation was too chaotic at the time, or perhaps the Targaryens also feared encountering the same misfortune as other Dragonlords who died unnatural deaths? Anyway, for the Targaryens who fled to Dragonstone, it was all much the same.
"Good that you know. Do you want to stay for a night before leaving?" Lisandro suddenly smiled. He waved his hand, signaling to a servant nearby to prepare to call for Lys's special services.
Then he saw Prince Aegon's flustered face. The Prince didn't even complete his bow, nor did he change his clothes, practically fleeing as if on wings.
Only Lisandro's unpleasant laughter remained.
Syrax was still safe.
This was Prince Aegon's only thought as he fled the Rogare Palace.
Syrax's broad dragon back gave him a tremendous sense of security, especially after the giant dragon took flight. The wind rushing past and the rising heat from the giant dragon quickly dried Prince Aegon's damp clothes, making him feel exceptionally warm.
To eat or not to eat, and how much.
Prince Aegon hesitated. He believed his own seed was not weak; among the noble mistresses he had loved, several had borne children. Miss Barba Bracken had already given birth to a sturdy boy in Harrenhal, and Miss Mylissa Blackwood was already several months pregnant. However, he couldn't acknowledge these children now. The name of Miss Barba's child was even given by young Lucas Roxton.
Igor, Igor He Wen.
Miss Barba was currently staying in Harrenhal, and Prince Aegon and young Lucas Roxton bore the living expenses for her and twelve other mistresses. Lord Bracken also sent a good amount of gold.
It's just a pity that the one he loved most, the unspeakable one... certainly wouldn't be his little wife.
Wait, where did my thoughts go?
Aegon hastily pulled his thoughts back. He nervously pulled out the bottle of "Moon Sugar." Strictly speaking, apart from not yet having a legitimate child born, he had already tasted all the flavors he should have, and he had quite a few children with both commoner and noble mistresses.
"Let me think, let me think..." Prince Aegon nervously bit his finger. Syrax sensed her companion's tension and hesitation, and naturally slowed her flight, gliding smoothly northward.
He had to have a boy with Rhaenyra, whom he disliked. Queen Rhaenyra's victory back then did not resolve the issue of succession; instead, it made it even more complicated. After all, if a king's designated heir was to supersede traditional inheritance law, then no one could guarantee that a king wouldn't use Queen Rhaenyra's precedent to interfere with the succession rights of nobles. After all, it was clear to anyone with eyes that Jacaerys I and Aegon II were both rare, wise monarchs who focused on internal affairs, prioritizing recovery and recuperation rather than causing trouble. But similarly, no one could guarantee that future kings wouldn't engage in such matters.
Therefore, Queen Rhaenyra's victory not only did not improve female inheritance rights but instead made every noble house place extraordinary importance on male succession through their eldest son's line.
Prince Aegon was naturally the same. Among his brothers, Aemon was a quiet fellow. Although he was madly in love with Naerys, he maintained a distance from Naerys after their marriage that Prince Aegon found unimaginable.
His foolish younger sister didn't even think it was strange?
And Ilion did nothing but practice martial arts, even keeping his head down when he saw a passing kitchen maid, as if avoiding impropriety.
Prince Aegon felt that his brothers were somewhat incomprehensible, which also meant that he had to leave legitimate descendants for their line.
So...
Prince Aegon finally poured out two, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and threw them into his mouth to chew.
It was alright. Although there was an unspeakable bitterness, it seemed to be because sugar or honey was added? It actually had a considerable sweetness and a refreshing aroma.
The effect was immediate.
Aegon instantly felt relieved.
Sensing her companion's mood had recovered, Syrax let out a low roar, flapped her wings, and accelerated her flight.
The mysterious "Secret City" appeared through layers of clouds and mist, coming into Prince Aegon's view.
The colossal Titan of Braavos still stood tall over the bay. As if it had detected Syrax's approach, the Titan's eyes began to burn, and faint sounds of bells could be heard.
At the Sealord's Palace at this moment.
The Sealord was receiving an envoy from the Summer Isles. This envoy was said to have traveled to the Snake Lizard Islands, and the colonial towns in northern Sothoryos, and was now employed by Braavos to open more shipping routes.
They heard the bells.
"It seems the Dragonlord family has arrived." The Sealord realized the meaning of the bells, sighed, and said, "I'm sorry I can't entertain you any longer."
"Dragonlord family?" The black envoy, dressed in a strange long robe and wearing a feathered headdress, asked somewhat strangely.
"Yes, a dragon knight of the Targaryen family," the Sealord explained.
"Oh, oh, I know, I've even seen a giant dragon with my own eyes!" the black envoy suddenly said.
"Ah?"
Outline sorted, the plot for the Great Expedition + Black Fire Rebellion has been designed. Due to changes in the timeline, the noble bastards and the Black Fire Rebellion in this book differ from the original work.
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