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After Lancel left, Cersei's uneasiness became stronger. That cousin was not only her secret lover, but also one of the masterminds of the assassination of Robert. Now Lancel has lost control and thrown himself under the protection of the church, which is always a hidden danger for her.

"Mother!" A shout broke her thoughts. Cersei looked up and saw that it was Tommen. She smiled and took her son's arm and said, "Dear, come and walk with me." The two walked along the Rainbow Hall to the garden outside.

Cersei whispered, "My child, you look so radiant. It must be the magic of love. You and Margaery are so happy together. It is a relief to see you so happy."

Tommen comforted him, "I am also very sad about my grandfather's matter. I hope mother will not be too sad. And I also heard that you came to King's Landing when you were nine years old, and you have only been back a few times in all these years. Do you miss Casterly Rock?"

Cersei sighed slightly, looking into the distance, as if lost in memories. She said slowly: "Castle Rock, that's where I grew up, and I naturally have many good memories. But since I came to King's Landing, this has become my home. I have experienced too many ups and downs here, and I have also put in a lot of effort."

Cersei shook her head slightly and said firmly, "I have long been accustomed to the lifestyle in King's Landing. Why do you suddenly mention Casterly Rock?"

Tommen looked at his mother in confusion and asked, "The way you mentioned Casterly Rock just now made me think you missed that place. I still remember when I was a child, you often told me how friendly the people in Casterly Rock were, while King's Landing was filled with a stench that disgusted you. After all, that is your real hometown."

Cersei's eyes became deep and distant, and she answered quietly: "No, this is my home now. Although Casterly Rock is beautiful, it can no longer satisfy my inner desire. My relatives are here, and being with them is my greatest happiness."

Tommen didn't seem to fully understand his mother's thoughts. He continued to persuade her: "I really hope you can be happy, mother. If you return to Casterly Rock, you may feel happier!"

Cersei smiled slightly, stroked Tommen's hair gently, and whispered: "I understand, my dear child. But now, this is where my heart belongs." However, behind that bright smile, it was difficult to conceal the gloomy emotions secretly surging in her heart.

As time went by and the night deepened, the royal procession slowly walked towards the Red Castle, attracting the attention of many people along the way. They spontaneously gathered on both sides of the road and shouted loudly.

"Long live the Queen!"

"Queen Margaery!"

"Queen Margaery!!"

"Queen Margaery! Long live!!"

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These enthusiastic cheers rose and fell, like surging waves, and seemed to drown the whole city. Margaret sat in the gorgeous sedan chair, her beautiful face was filled with a brilliant smile, like a flower blooming in spring. She waved her hands gently, and gestured to the enthusiastic crowd outside the car window. Her elegant posture was intoxicating, and she was intoxicated by the feeling of being the center of attention.

However, at the same time, Cersei in another sedan felt mixed emotions. Once, all the supreme glory and enthusiastic cheers belonged to her alone, but now, all the glory has been taken away by that woman. She stared at Margaery with eyes wide open, with sparks of jealousy and resentment flashing in her eyes.

What made Cersei even more sad was that even her son's love was taken away. She bit her lips tightly, her nails dug deep into her palms, blood flowed from her fingertips, staining her white palms red. But she didn't feel any pain at all, the pain in her heart had already surpassed the physical torture.

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At this moment, on the battlefield far to the south, the situation changed dramatically due to Tywin's unexpected death. The Kingdom's army, having lost its commander, had to start shrinking its front. The Lannister army in the north quickly retreated to the Wender River to consolidate its defenses; Kevan and his two younger brothers, Tyget and Gillian, rushed back to King's Landing overnight to attend Tywin's funeral.

In the west, the Tyrells' army, led by the brave General Randyll Tarly, retreated to Harvest Hall and set up strong fortifications along the River Turpan. At the same time, the Targaryens also began to gather their forces. On the one hand, the morale of the soldiers was somewhat affected and unstable at the time of the change of kingship; on the other hand, they also needed to readjust their strategic deployment to cope with the unpredictable war situation. Besides, they really couldn't fight anymore. After the war entered a stalemate, countless supplies were thrown into the army like snowflakes, but in the blink of an eye, they melted away like snowflakes without a trace.

The Stormlands are narrow in area and have always been known for being poor among the seven kingdoms of Westeros. They are only slightly better off than the North. Not only are the resources extremely scarce, but the population is also small, and there is a lack of sufficient reserve forces. After several large-scale battles, this place has always been one of the main war zones. The wealth in its territory has long been plundered and no more money can be squeezed out.

The money that Viserys had borrowed from Liu Yuan had long been spent, and now he could only rely on Arianne's dowry and Illyrio's property to survive.

Without sufficient financial support, the Golden Group, the main force of the army, naturally began to become passive and lazy. Jon Connington was helpless in this situation. After all, mercenaries have always been like this, relying entirely on money to do things. Dorne and the Westerlands are fundamentally different. The actual situation is there. The Martell family is simply impossible to fully support Arianne like the Lannister family fully supports Cersei.

Without a strong army as a backing, it is impossible to compete with King's Landing and Highgarden. How to expand the army and recruit enough soldiers in the future has become a difficult problem facing Aegon VI. After careful consideration, he turned his attention to the mercenary group in the East Continent. However, new problems followed one after another - the shortage of funds made Illyrio worried, and even grabbed his hair in anxiety. The Iron Bank, which had agreed to provide them with a loan, unexpectedly changed its mind and refused to continue to provide financial support. Illyrio certainly had no way of knowing that the Iron Bank had been robbed. The tightening of money not only prevented them from obtaining more money, but also required them to try their best to recover the loans they had previously issued.

Now, the only person who can provide substantial help to Aegon VI is Daenerys, who controls the Slaver's Bay. Aegon VI's ministers all pin their last hopes on the diplomatic corps, hoping that they can successfully persuade the Dragon Queen to lend a hand. After all, Daenerys is Aegon VI's aunt, and perhaps family affection can move her.

But at this moment, everyone seems to have selectively forgotten an important fact: when it comes to the issue of succession to the throne, it was actually Aegon the Younger who took away the throne that belonged to Daenerys.