章 382: Chapter 382: Jon's Assassination
Early this morning.
A seismic event occurred in King's Landing.
For reasons unknown, Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King and acting regent, who sat on the Iron Throne, suddenly left the Tower of the Hand. Accompanied by a few guards, he hurriedly made his way to the top of Visenya's Hill, to the peak of the Street of Steel.
Although the Street of Steel was not far from the Great Sept of Baelor and the Silent Sisters' Street, it was a place of chaos, teeming with a diverse crowd.
It was a slum, not unlike Flea Bottom, home to many of King's Landing's lower-class citizens who eked out a living in the gray area of the law. Thugs, thieves, beggars, mercenaries, and of course, blacksmiths.
The sudden arrival of the high-ranking Lord of the Vale, accompanied by his guards, naturally caused a stir.
The ordinary people living on the Street of Steel watched with cold eyes. Some with fierce faces showed ill intentions towards the old lord, which put the Arryn family guards on high alert.
Even the gold cloaks usually didn't dare to come here alone to cause trouble. They patrolled in groups of three or five, and every now and then, an unidentified body would be discarded in the streets.
The Street of Steel led directly to Fishmonger's Square and the Mud Gate, which were also the most common gathering places for smugglers in King's Landing.
However, the Lord of the Eyrie seemed oblivious to the threatening gazes around him. He arrived in front of a blacksmith's shop, dismounted shakily, and was about to walk in.
But at that moment, a dozen or so rioters who had been lying in ambush around the blacksmith's shop suddenly surged out.
They were dressed in rags, but they held various weapons in their hands, and they plunged their blades directly into the old lord's chest and abdomen.
Thud, thud, thud—
A group of rioters suddenly emerged, grabbed Jon Arryn's shoulders, and quickly stabbed him a dozen times.
The old lord had no defense at all. Until the blood gushed out, his body soaked in blood, his pale beard trembling, he fell dead on the spot, his body lying in a pool of blood.
The Arryn family guards who were with him were naturally shocked, and then they engaged in a fight with the 'rioters', but they were outnumbered.
These rioters were all skilled fighters, easily killing all the Arryn family guards before making their escape.
The sudden change left all the people on the Street of Steel shocked. Although they hated the nobles, they would never dare to kill.
The commoners living at the bottom of society, with their keen sense of impending disaster, began to scatter and flee.
The gold cloaks also received the news in the shortest possible time.
Janos Slynt, the current commander of the City Watch, was both shocked and angry when he heard of the assassination of the Hand of the King. He then quickly led his men to capture the assassins.
The atmosphere in King's Landing instantly became tense. The news of the Hand's assassination spread among the nobles, and countless gold cloaks blocked all the streets of King's Landing to capture the fleeing assassins.
That night, several fierce battles broke out in King's Landing. Some assassins were found and fought to the death, refusing to surrender, and were killed on the spot.
Others surrendered or were captured alive, then imprisoned in the dungeons awaiting trial. However, before the night was over and dawn had not yet broken, these assassins died one after another in the dungeons.
The common people of the Street of Steel also suffered. Countless hidden forces beneath the surface of King's Landing were wiped out in this sweep.
The powerful gang leaders, thugs, and habitual smugglers who usually had a good relationship with the gold cloaks were not spared this time. The gold cloaks turned their faces ruthlessly, and a large number of innocent people were also arrested and interrogated in an attempt to find clues to the murderer.
But all this could not cover up the news of the assassination of Jon Arryn, the Hand of the King and the foster father of His Majesty.
Now, Jon Arryn's body was placed in the Great Sept of Baelor, waiting to be buried, and all the masters of the Small Council kept their mouths shut.
As the queen who stayed in the Red Keep, she received this news and rushed to the Great Sept of Baelor overnight to bid farewell to the Lord of the Vale.
In the Great Sept of Baelor, located at the peak of Visenya's Hill, it was silent. Only the beautiful blonde queen, her brother, and the body of Jon Arryn were present.
"Even without Viserys, I would have killed him!"
"Jaime."
Hearing Jaime's question, the beautiful blonde queen in a gorgeous red velvet dress turned around. Her pair of emerald eyes stared intently at her brother, then she spoke with a tone full of hatred.
"He killed our third child!"
"He hadn't been born yet, hadn't seen the world, but because this old man found out, he was forced to leave!"
Cersei clenched her teeth, her chin raised, her delicate face full of hatred.
She could never let go of this matter, so she decided to kill him.
And now was the best opportunity, a chance to kill three birds with one stone. She could take revenge and also gain the forgiveness of House Targaryen, helping Viserys take King's Landing.
"And he's always been suspicious of Joffrey and Myrcella's parentage."
"If he found out that the biological father of Joffrey and Myrcella is you, Jaime, do you think Robert would spare us and our children?"
"We would all die! We would all be choked to death by that drunken boar Robert who only knows how to rut in bed!"
Speaking of her husband, Cersei's tone was full of resentment.
The beautiful blonde queen had the typical Lannister golden curls and beautiful green eyes. Her figure was slim, her skin was fair, and even after giving birth to two children, she showed no signs of aging.
You should know that Cersei was only twenty-six years old, the peak age for a woman's beauty. She was mature, sexy, full of temptation and charm.
Seeing her brother Jaime silent, Cersei took a deep breath to calm her emotions.
Then she reached out with her fair hands to hold Jaime's handsome face.
"Don't worry, Jaime, everything is within my plan."
"I love you, I can't live without you."
The blonde queen gently kissed the white knight's lips, then looked at him closely, her voice firm.
"I will find a way to make Viserys forgive your actions, the worst outcome would be to don the black."
"What way?"
"Your way is to don the black?"
Hearing his sister's words, Jaime sniffed the enticing scent of Cersei, then couldn't help but hold the beautiful queen's plump and soft buttocks from behind, gently kneading it, taking a deep breath and questioning.
"Cersei, you know, I can't leave you, and I don't want to go to that bird-freezing place."
"Listen!"
Cersei, whose
buttocks were held by her brother's hand, remained calm. A slender finger blocked his mouth and she whispered.
"Don't ask too much, trust me."
"Jaime."
"I won't let you stay in that place for long, I will bring you back."
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