The journey of the film and television world is endless [continued]

Arya walked around the study carefully. This place was very familiar to her. She often played here when she was a child. Then she tiptoed to the bedroom not far away. The door was wide open. Her father once lived there. Now, this room looked more luxurious than ever. There was a soft Myrish carpet underfoot, and the walls were covered with various hangings and shining golden lion emblems, which made the whole room filled with a mysterious and private atmosphere.

Arya held the dagger tightly in her hand and approached the bed step by step. She was fully focused and ready to attack at any time, but at this moment, she was surprised to find that the person lying on the bed was a woman, and Tywin was not here.

As if she felt someone approaching her, the woman on the bed gently lifted the quilt, exposing her naked body to the air. She said in a soft and charming voice: "Well, Tywin, you are finally back, my lion." However, when the woman sat up and saw that the person standing in front of her was not Tywin, but a thin man wearing a pale mask, her eyes immediately revealed fear, her mouth opened wide, and she was about to shout for help.

Arya suddenly rushed forward, quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and pressed the woman's head hard against the backrest of the big bed. At the same time, she raised a finger and said softly, "Shh, keep quiet! As long as you are obedient and cooperate with me, I promise I will never hurt you."

The woman stared at the sharp blade in horror, trembling all over, and then nodded silently to show her obedience. Seeing this, Arya whispered to comfort her: "Very good, please don't worry. Now can you tell me who you are? And why are you here? Where did Tywin go?"

The woman replied with a slightly trembling voice: "My name is Xue Yi, and I am just an ordinary maid. I was summoned by the Prime Minister tonight and am here to serve him to bed. As for Lord Tywin, he just went to the toilet. Please don't hurt me."

After hearing this, Arya sighed deeply, her face full of helplessness, and she murmured to herself: "Ah~ Isn't it good to be alive!" Before she finished speaking, she held down Shae's hand that was trying to reach the pillow with her left hand, and swung the dagger in her right hand. In an instant, the sword flashed like lightning. In an instant, the woman's eyes widened, her face full of fear, watching her throat being cut. And this woman who was once deeply loved by Tyrion, at this moment, was like a lifeless dead fish, her body twitching constantly, and finally collapsed to the ground powerlessly. At the same time, a dagger inlaid with full of gold also rolled out from under the pillow.

Arya looked around the room carefully. As Shae said, there was nothing unusual here. Tywin's clothes were still neatly placed at the head of the bed, as if to indicate that he had just left. Going along the corridor outside the bedroom, there was a small tower that protruded, which served as a toilet. Glancing at the lifeless woman, Arya pulled the blanket next to her and covered the body tightly.

Holding the dagger tightly, Arya walked towards the toilet, determined to end Tywin's life here. However, when she reached the door, she suddenly heard a clear sound of footsteps coming from the corridor, getting closer and closer to the door.

Her heartbeat suddenly intensified, but she did not panic. Instead, she quickly moved to the side room beside the door, took a deep breath, and hid behind the curtain to hide her figure. As soon as Arya raised her head, her sight met the crossbow that Joffrey loved in the past.

She took it off and pulled it with one hand skillfully. With a crisp "click" sound, the bowstring was in place. Then she picked up two sharp crossbow arrows for use.

"Creaky~" The door slowly opened, and Tywin walked into the room in thin clothes. Despite the passing of time, he was still strong and sturdy, with his back straight as a pine tree.

Arya arrived at the bedroom door silently like a ghost. At this moment, Tywin was tiptoeing towards the huge bed. His nose twitched slightly, and a faint smell of blood entered his nose. Tywin's heart tightened, but he did not show too much panic. He stepped back without hesitation, keeping a certain distance from the big bed, and quickly turned around to step out of the bedroom.

At this moment, something strange happened! Tywin felt a sharp pain in his right leg, which made him almost unable to stand and almost fell to the ground. Looking down, he saw a sharp crossbow arrow piercing his thigh, and bright red blood flowed out from the gaps between his fingers.

With a "click" sound, the bedroom door was tightly closed, and Arya's figure emerged under the flickering candlelight. In her hand, she held a crossbow that was shining with golden light. Obviously, it was she who shot the fatal blow just now. At this moment, she had reloaded another crossbow, and the arrow was aimed directly at Tywin's head.

Seeing this, Tywin immediately looked around, trying to find an object that could be used as a self-defense weapon. His eyes swept across every corner of the room and finally fell on the window. However, in just a moment, he gave up the idea of ​​escaping from the window. After all, this is the top floor of the Prime Minister's Tower. If he jumped from here, there would be no way out. Rather than taking such a risk, it would be better to talk to the assassin in front of him.

Tywin took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, then turned his gaze to Arya and said slowly: "Young man, you can't escape the Prime Minister's Tower. Even if you kill me, you can't escape death." Seeing that the other party did not act immediately, he swallowed his saliva and continued calmly: "Why don't we make a deal? As long as you are willing to work for me, I can fulfill all your wishes. Whether it is a high position with generous salary, a prominent status, or a stunning beauty, if you are just doing it for money, then no matter how high the employer offers, I am willing to pay you three times the reward!"

Hearing this, the crossbow in Arya's hand drooped slightly, and she reached out and gently took off the mask on her face. Seeing this, Tywin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had successfully persuaded the assassin. However, the next words that Arya slowly opened his mouth surprised him.

"Lord Tywin, it's been a long time. I didn't expect you to still be so energetic." Arya raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and pointed towards the room with a playful expression.

Tywin stared at the familiar face in front of him, and his heart tightened suddenly: "You are... Ali? The girl who used to serve wine in Harrenhal!"

Arya smiled and responded, "Thank you, Lord Tywin, for remembering a nobody like me. When you gave me to that pervert, the Mountain, you didn't intend to let me live!"