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#337 - Chapter 71: The New King Takes Office

On the towering, crystalline Crystal Tower of the Great Sept of Baelor, Margaery leaned quietly by the window, her gaze following the departing procession, murmuring, "Grandmother, was all of this also part of your carefully orchestrated plan?"

Olenna rolled her eyes slightly, a hint of helplessness in her tone, "What nonsense are you thinking? We are now closely linked with the Lannister family. How could I be so foolish as to destroy our own pillar? Alas..."

Margaery nodded thoughtfully, "In that case, perhaps this ending is somewhat satisfactory. From now on, King's Landing will become the stage for our Tyrell family to demonstrate its strength."

Olenna gently patted her hand, earnestly saying, "Now it depends on how you display your talents. In a few days, I plan to return to Highgarden. Your foolish father and incompetent Loras are useless. You need to handle everything yourself. Fortunately, Willas and Garlan are somewhat promising, or the future of House Tyrell would be uncertain."

Margaery smiled radiantly, "Tommen can't live without me, as for the Queen Mother... heh heh heh."

Olenna: "Child, Grandmother will give you a piece of advice: never underestimate your opponents! Not because they are strong, but because you can never guess what stupid things they will do, catching you off guard."

In the Hall of Lamps, Cersei was stopped by Lancel, dressed in sackcloth. Lancel said expressionlessly, "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences! Lord Tywin is now bathed in the light of the Seven, and his soul will find eternal peace."

Cersei sized him up and down, saying, "Lancel, you've changed a lot. I never knew you were so obsessed with religion. Is this some kind of asceticism?"

Lancel: "When I was at the lowest point in my life, I met a respectable guide. He made me understand what I should really pursue. For the rest of my life, I will serve the Lord wholeheartedly. You can call us Sparrows..."

Cersei: "Alright, what can I do for you?"

Lancel: "You can try to forgive me. We were blinded by desire before. Now my heart is immersed in the light of the Seven. In the days to come, I will bless you, and I will also pray for Lord Tywin."

Cersei laughed scornfully, "Heh heh heh, Tywin Lannister's soul actually needs your help to find peace. When he was alive, you Sparrows didn't even dare to set foot in King's Landing."

Lancel: "Your Majesty, I think you can try to understand us. Kingship and faith are the greatest pillars of this world. I'm sorry to bother you, farewell!"

After Lancel left, Cersei's unease grew stronger. That cousin was not only her secret lover but also one of the masterminds behind the plot against Robert. Now that Lancel has lost control and taken refuge under the Church's protection, it is always a hidden danger for her.

"Mother!" A shout broke her reverie. Cersei looked up and saw Tommen. She smiled and took her son's arm, saying, "Dear, come walk with me." Together, they walked along the Rainbow Hall to the garden outside.

Cersei said softly, "My child, seeing you radiant, it must be the magic of love. I can see that you and Margaery get along very well. Seeing you so happy, I am truly relieved."

Tommen comforted, "I am also saddened by the matter of Grandfather. I hope Mother won't be too sad. And I also heard that you came to King's Landing at the age of nine, and you have only returned a few times over the years. Do you miss Casterly Rock?"

Cersei sighed slightly, her eyes cast into the distance, as if lost in memories. She slowly said, "Casterly Rock, that is where I grew up, and naturally, it holds many beautiful memories. But since coming to King's Landing, this has become my home. I have experienced so much here, and I have devoted so much effort."

Cersei shook her head gently, her tone firm, "I am already accustomed to the lifestyle of King's Landing. Why did you suddenly mention Casterly Rock?"

Tommen looked at his mother in confusion, asking, "The expression on your face when you mentioned Casterly Rock just now made me think you were missing that place. I remember when I was a child, you often told me how friendly the people of Casterly Rock were, while King's Landing was filled with a stench that you hated. After all, that is your real hometown."

Cersei's eyes became deep and distant. She quietly replied, "No, this is my home now. Casterly Rock is beautiful, but it can no longer satisfy my inner desires. My loved ones are all here. Being with them is my greatest happiness."

Tommen didn't seem to fully understand his mother's thoughts. He continued to persuade, "I sincerely hope you can be happy, Mother. If you return to Casterly Rock, perhaps you will feel more joyful!"

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

As time passed, the night deepened. The royal procession slowly made its way towards the Red Keep, attracting the attention of many people along the way. They spontaneously gathered on both sides of the road, shouting loudly.

"Long live the Queen!"

"Queen Margaery!"

"Queen Margaery!!"

"Queen Margaery! Long live!!"

These enthusiastic cheers rose and fell, like surging waves, seeming to engulf the entire city. Margaery sat gracefully in the luxurious carriage, her beautiful and moving face filled with a radiant smile, like flowers blooming in the spring. She waved her hand gently, frequently gesturing to the enthusiastic crowd outside the window, her elegant posture intoxicating, the feeling of being the center of attention intoxicating her.

However, at the same time, Cersei in another carriage felt a mixture of emotions that were difficult to express. Once, these supreme honors and enthusiastic cheers belonged only to her, but now, all the glory had been taken away by that woman. She stared wide-eyed at Margaery, her eyes flashing with jealousy and resentment.

What pained Cersei even more was that even the love of her own son had been stolen. She bit her lip tightly, her fingernails digging deeply into her palm, blood flowing from her fingertips, staining her fair hands red. But she felt no pain at all, the pain in her heart had already surpassed physical torment.