The welcome banquet held in the High Court Castle was very grand, and the participants included the direct descendants of the Tyrier family, the sidelines, the retainers, and the lords and nobles who came to the nearby area.

During the banquet, singers and jesters took turns to perform, and the steps were similar to those at the Red Castle dinner.

But unlike the banquet at Red Castle, there are not so many people here, and the participants are all full of etiquette and upbringing. The overall environment and atmosphere appear elegant and quiet, which makes people feel nerve-willed and relax without realizing it.

As the protagonist of the banquet, people around him always look at him. Lan Li felt a little uncomfortable about this, but he had seen many strong storms and waves, and even the king had killed two of them. He could still deal with this normally. His every move was not at all panic. Instead, he had a sense of aristocratic demeanor that was not his age, which surprised many people who were observing lightly or secretly.

However, this surprise basically did not exceed normal emotions. The disguise that began in infants made Lan Li very good at controlling her performance and would not cause excessive suspicion from the people around her.

There were many participants in the banquet, but only a few worthy of attention.

The heir of this castle, Vilas Tyriel, was a gentle and intelligent teenager. His mother, who was born in the old town of Haitar family, had a beautiful face and dignified temperament.

His younger brother Garland Tyriel has the naughty and activeness that is unique to children, and a kind of honesty that makes people feel good.

In addition, the direct descendants of the Tyrier family also have the two little babies, Loras and Margaret, but these two are too young to pay attention to.

Of course, Renly did not ignore the most respected member of the Tyriel family, the mother of Duke Mays, the widow of the former Duke, and his future "adoptional mother", Olena Redwin.

It was a thin and short old lady in green robe. She sat upright in the first position, and her every move seemed very neat. However, under the candlelight of the dining table, her sparse teeth when she spoke were particularly obvious.

"Your grandfather is a good man, he married Targaryen."

When Lanli stepped forward to greet her, she greeted her, "From the facts, they still wanted to ask me to marry a Targaryen. How many years ago did that happen? I can't remember it very clearly, and it doesn't matter. In short, the child will have a good time in the high court."

Obviously she didn't plan to say anything more to her adopted son. Lan Li also said hello tactfully and did not continue to stay and disturb him. Therefore, he did not hear the conversation that happened next.

"Do you understand?" The black-haired boy looked into the dark-haired man and his playmates in the hall. The thin old lady turned her head to look at her son standing behind her.

"What is Mother's referring to?" The tall Duke of Metz was stunned when he heard this.

"I mean his grandfather and I are from the same age, you idiot!"

The old lady said sarcastically: "What did you think that a child of five or six years old would be my adopted son? Without my knowledge, I told myself that I had a younger brother than your son?"

"This—" The Duke wanted to say that he was about the same age as Robert, so what else could Robert's younger brother not be his adopted brother? But he knew his mother's difficulty, so he simply said nothing.

Unfortunately, the other party did not intend to let him go.

"I'm really curious about your dead dementia father's thoughts after knowing this." The old man rubbed his cheeks and said. His previous words seemed to involve the few rotten teeth left by her, and even her expression became increasingly dissatisfied.

"It's nothing to worry about, mother..." Duke Metz noticed that something was wrong, so he quickly answered carefully.

"It's really nothing to worry about." The old man's happy answer made the Duke speechless, but the following sentence made him feel the pressure again.

"Where is Jena? She is simply a stupid and fat little hen. Do you want her to be the queen of the Seven Kingdoms?"

"I thought this might...maybe it could restore the previous decline of our family. You know, mother, if we—"

"How could that deer bend without rewarding the lions that support him, and run over to get close to our group of thorny roses? Do you think he is an idiot like you?" The old man interrupted his son without hesitation.

"I'm not an idiot, mother, I almost succeeded, if not-"

"If you are not an idiot, then what are you?"

"I am your son, mother!"

The Duke replied dissatisfiedly, emphasizing the word son.

"What I hate the most is your words."

The old man replied with a toothache: "Because this makes me wonder if I accidentally broke my stomach while drunk? Otherwise, how could I give birth to a dementia son like you?"

The Duke could not answer this question, and obviously did not contradict the old mother's idea. After hearing this, he just sighed, turned around and prepared to leave, and was not upset when he saw it.

Seeing this, the old man suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked with a serious expression: "Now look, everything you did in Junlin has spread. What do you think the Qingpiao family will think?"

"It's more than a family of knights. As long as I comfort you a little, what else can they think?" Duke Metz replied disapprovingly.

"It's like comforting a dog?"

The old man asked harshly: "What will the lords think of you playing with them like a dog? No, is it a bunch of dogs?"

"How can this be called a joke--well, although it is true, did Jena fail to become the queen, and the engagement is still valid. I don't think it will have any effect." The Duke replied.

"You have to know that if a dog is anxious, it will bite people." The old man sneered.

"What do you think of?"

Duke Mess said with some dissatisfaction: "Call me to apologize?"

The old man did not answer this question, but suddenly changed the topic: "You wrote back before and said that someone had taken advantage of you?"

"Yes," said Duke Mess, "or I wouldn't have that kind of thought."

Obviously he had begun to find ways to excuse his behavior.

"Who is it? Have you found it?"

"This..." The Duke hesitated. At the beginning, he was mainly focused on how to "strategy" Robert, but he didn't care much about this matter.

"We were short of staff, and there were too many people in King's Landing at that time, so-"

"Just answered or found it." The old lady rubbed her cheeks and said, "Do you think I like to listen to your excuses so much?"

"No."

The Duke of Metz immediately replied: "No clue."

"Very good. I haven't even figured out who I was fooled about."

The old man said, looking at the black-haired boy who was joking with his grandson at the banquet, sighed, "I didn't make any credit or respect the reputation of the vassal, and I also attracted the attention of the lion. What happened to you, a little bastard of Baratheon? Tell me, what else can he do besides making my teeth hurt? Did you deliberately bring him back to anger me?"

"This is enough to prove that Robert—"

"What do you think we, as the defeated party, have not lost much profit. What do you rely on? The deer's favor?"

"It's better than not..." The Duke argued with embarrassment.

"That's right." The old lady nodded in agreement, making Mess Tyriel, who was a son, choked again without saying a word, but then a sentence that came into his ear made his face solemn.

"Why is that saying that, Lannister will repay the debt?" the old man asked intentionally. Obviously she was referring to the deterioration of the relationship between the Tyriel family and the Lannister family in this incident.

"Why are we afraid of them?" The Duke of Hewandi replied righteously.

"If there is no accident, half of the blood of a lion will flow into the body of the next king, and our good neighbor to the east has now become the Stannis who has been surrounded by you for nearly a year." The old man reminded him: "What are you going to do? Do nothing? Then wait and see if these small problems will become big problems?"

Duke Mess didn't say anything, as if he didn't think much about these things. The old man sighed when he saw this and said, "I didn't find who it is? Very good. The sea monster looks quite honest recently. I can't take it out for me."

"Mother, do you mean the Iron Islands?"

When Duke Mess heard this, he was stunned: "What does this have to do with us and Lannister?"

"Turn your brain, my dear son."

The old man sighed and said, "What good will it do to you to make me angry?"
Chapter completed!