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#284 - Chapter 18 Humiliation

Margaret was stunned. In her past understanding, the King should have supreme power and status.

Yet, Lord Tywin was so blunt and ruthless in threatening to replace the current King, which shocked her greatly.

In contrast, Cersei was the one filled with fear. She knew that her father's words were not empty threats, but a genuine intention. Once Joffrey was deposed, an incredibly miserable end awaited him. Cersei understood this consequence all too well. She hurriedly grabbed her father's arm, pulling him back towards his seat while continuously trying to appease his anger with kind words.

Joffrey himself was also quite frightened. In that instant, he genuinely felt the suffocating pressure emanating from Tywin. He gripped the wine glass in his hand, his body involuntarily trembling slightly, unsure whether it was from anger or extreme fear.

Finally, Tywin called Tyrion and whispered a few words in his ear. Tyrion wore a helpless expression, then walked to Liu Yuan's side.

Seeing Tyrion approach, Liu Yuan's lips curled into a playful smile as he said, "Oh, isn't this the Imp? What's up? Did your dad send you to apologize to me?"

Tyrion sighed with a wry smile and said, "Isn't that the truth! Who told us to have such a good relationship? Someone has to clean up the mess at home. But seriously, those moves you pulled off were amazing; I was itching to try them myself. I wish I had your skills."

Liu Yuan nodded, lightly clinked glasses with Tyrion, and then slowly said, "Since you're so unhappy, why not change your environment? With your intelligence, you can find a meal anywhere. Or are you naively hoping that Lord Tywin will hand Casterly Rock to you?"

Hearing this, Tyrion threw back his head and drained the wine in his cup, bitterly smiling as he muttered to himself, "Alas... yes, how could I not know? But I'm just unwilling!"

Liu Yuan seemed to see through Tyrion's thoughts and continued, "Actually, I understand what you're thinking. You just want your father's approval. That's why you led the Mountain Clans into battle, and why you desperately defended King's Landing when Stannis attacked. But in the end? You feel that your efforts haven't been rewarded, and naturally, a sense of disappointment arises. But even so, what can you do? Those who looked down on you before still won't change their views."

Tyrion said somewhat silently, "What you say is indeed correct, but in any case, I am a Lannister."

Liu Yuan smiled lightly, his tone carrying a hint of disdain, "I'm afraid that only you and Jaime think that way in the entire Westeros. Alright, go back and tell Lord Tywin that I didn't take today's matter to heart at all; it was just childish antics. But if he dares to reach out again, I'll chop off his claws."

Hearing this, Tyrion silently raised his glass again, expressing his gratitude: "Thank you for your tolerance and understanding."

At this moment, the wonderful performance of the dwarves had come to an end, and the surrounding guests applauded warmly. However, everyone seemed to tacitly choose to ignore the two cold corpses still on the field.

Joffrey glared fiercely at Liu Yuan, his heart filled with resentment and injustice. Especially when he saw Tyrion actually talking and laughing with this hateful person, he was so angry that he was fuming. Just then, as the dwarves' performance drew to a close, he slowly stood up, a barely perceptible smile on his lips, and said in a mocking tone, "Well, this is indeed a very wonderful performance! It's just a pity that it seems to be lacking a little something, not lively enough. Hey, Uncle Tyrion, why don't you go on stage and try your skills? I think they must have extra costumes prepared."

These undisguised words of humiliation instantly triggered a burst of laughter from the crowd. However, faced with this predicament, Tyrion remained unusually calm. He smiled slightly and responded as if nothing had happened, "Haha, the battlefield? I've only been to such a place once, and that was enough. But seriously, I still clearly remember His Majesty's heroic姿態 on the battlefield back then. What a pity that the moment I turned my head, you disappeared like the wind. Hehe, it seems this activity is very safe, and there's no need to flee in a panic like last time..."

He did not show any consideration for the King's face, and openly satirized Joffrey as a coward who was afraid of death and deserted the battlefield in front of many guests. For a time, the entire scene became silent, and everyone held their breath, silently watching how this good show would end.

At this time, Joffrey's face was livid with anger, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes flashing with raging flames. Marquis Garron is superior in martial arts, and there are troops outside the city, I can't afford to provoke him! Duke Tywin holds great power and is my maternal grandfather, and I can't afford to provoke him either! You Tyrion are just a minister without real power, how dare you sneer at the King! The more Joffrey thought about it, the angrier he became. He stood up with a "噌", grabbed the wine glass on the table, and walked aggressively behind Tyrion. He flipped his hand, and the fine wine in the glass poured down on Tyrion's head like a waterfall.

Faced with this scene, Tyrion just frowned, stuck out his tongue and licked the wine from the corner of his mouth, and said unhurriedly, "Such good wine, it's such a waste..."

Margaret saw that the situation was not right, and quickly smoothed things over: "Dear Majesty, please come back to my side quickly. It's time to give a toast to my father." Joffrey snorted and turned away reluctantly. When he passed Tywin, he found that his grandfather had no reaction at all, and did not mean to defend Tyrion in the slightest. Joffrey was very upset and thought to himself, "Okay, old man, if you don't care, then I won't be polite!" Thinking of this, he stopped, turned his head and shouted to Tyrion, "The wine glass is empty, Uncle Tyrion, hurry up and pour me wine! Remember, this is the King's decree!"

At this time, Tommen, who was sitting next to him, wanted to stand up and pour wine for Joffrey to ease the tense and awkward atmosphere. But as soon as he was about to move, his arm was tightly grabbed by Cersei beside him.