Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 256 The Wronged Alison
After leaving the council hall, Aemon stood at the corner of the corridor for two seconds, then turned around and changed direction.

Not long after.

Prime Minister's Tower, in a certain attic.

Imon walked in without even knocking.

"Prince."

A young scholar was somewhat flustered.

"go out."

"Imon said calmly."

The young scholar dared not be negligent, packed up his herb box, and withdrew.

The person he was applying the medicine to was lying helplessly on the bed.

Otto was wrapped in bandages, with one leg on a board, and was suspended from the ceiling by a rope.

"You came here intending to wipe us all out?"

Otto's face was still bruised and purple, and his expression betrayed his terror as he tried to sit up, bracing himself against the bed frame.

He also wanted to remain calm in the face of danger and appear composed.

The beating a few days ago was so painful that I'm still in a state of stress.

Imon ignored him and walked to the bedside to examine the layout of the room.

As its name suggests, the Prime Minister's Tower was prepared as a residence for successive prime ministers.

The Prime Minister usually lives in the attic at the top of the tower, with rooms below for servants and guards.

Otto was no longer prime minister and, by right, lived outside the Red Castle.

Due to the severity of the injuries, the patient was placed in the Prime Minister's Tower for treatment.

After a quick scan, I noticed that the rooms were rather cramped and the lighting was poor, a common problem with all tower blocks.

"Does Viserys know you're here?"

Otto failed to sit up several times, instead wincing in pain.

Imon didn't pay him any attention, his gaze fixed on the soft red carpet laid on the floor.

The expensive Mill Red Carpet.

Limited by the scarcity of materials and the time-consuming and labor-intensive production process, even the most skilled female craftswomen in Mil could only produce a dozen or so pieces a year when they worked together.

The red carpet beneath his feet seemed to be a nameday gift he specially sent because he thought the wool carpet in Allison's bedroom was old and worn.

Long legs on the red carpet, she just ran here on her own.

Imon sneered, took the candlestick from the bedside table and threw it on the red carpet. The spilled oil caught fire and burned rapidly.

"What do you mean!?"

Otto was taken aback.

Aemon said dismissively, "What kind of class do you have, using something I gave you?"

Upon hearing this, Otto's face turned extremely ugly, almost distorted.

Unfortunately, the flames spread to the head of the bed, illuminating the entire room, and the acrid smell of burning lamp oil filled the nostrils.

Imon let the flames engulf him, calmly sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into Otto's terrified eyes.

The red carpet is made of excellent material, which is both flammable and heat-resistant.

The temperature in the room rose rapidly, and soot stains appeared on the walls.

Otto's pupils shrank to pinpoints, thinking the other man intended to take him down with him, and he struggled with all his might.

But with one leg still dangling in mid-air, there was no room for movement.

Imon grabbed Otto's hand and pressed it against his bandaged right ribcage, applying a gentle but firm pressure.

"what!!"

Otto turned pale and couldn't help but scream.

He had broken ribs; the doctor diagnosed that a total of five ribs were broken.

Imon slowly and steadily increased his pressure, calmly saying, "The idea of ​​marrying Helena off to another country was yours, wasn't it?"

"Ho ho..."

Otto was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and immediately denied it, saying, "I don't understand what you're saying."

Guchi!

The wound beneath the bandage sank in, and the bandage quickly turned red.

With great foresight, Imon used Otto's hand to press down, thus avoiding getting his own hands dirty, and smiled:

Do you think you're the smartest person in the world and everyone else is an idiot?

In terms of ability, Otto is indeed quite capable.

Working in concert with her uncle Viserys, she successively sidelined Damon and the Sea Serpent, and personally supported her daughter Allison to become queen.

However, his weaknesses are also quite obvious.

The second son of a family, with no trump cards and no strength, only a bellyful of scheming.

Once he loses the protection of his family and his daughter Allison, he is nothing.

None of that!
"hiss!"

The pressure on the wound increased again, and Otto gasped, his body beginning to twitch slightly.

"You recommended your nephew Mond Hightower as Helena's husband, which shows you value family."

"Imon said with great interest."

Otto's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in panic, "Impossible! You wouldn't dare do that!"

"Look, he's in a hurry."

Aemon shook his head helplessly, then laughed and said, "For Alison's sake, I'll give you one last chance. If you keep playing your self-righteous power games, I'll wipe Oldtown Hightar out of the Seven Kingdoms."

"Understand?"

As he spoke, he pressed Otto's hand hard against the wound, feeling the other's body stiffen and tremble.

Otto trembled violently, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

He dared not speak, nor could he utter a word.

A deep fear gripped my heart. Facing the smile of the young man before me, I vaguely saw a ferocious dragon roaring incessantly.

"very good!"

Imon released his grip, stood up, and said, "It seems you understand."

As the raging fire ignited on the red carpet, he picked up a wine jug from the table inside the room and poured it over the flames, which retreated as if they had encountered their natural enemy.

Within seconds, the eerie light went out completely.

Imon put the wine jug back and went out the door.

Before leaving, they made sure to politely close the door.

At this moment, Otto stared at the charred outline of the red carpet, feeling an uncontrollable chill run through his body.

The excruciating pain from the wound reminded him.

It could also be due to excessive blood loss.

……

Queen's bedroom.

Imon dusted off his clothes to dispel the burnt smell, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Soon, Alisson's gentle voice came from inside. "Come in!"

Squeak!

Pushing open the door, Imon immediately saw Allison kneeling on the wool carpet, and Helena and Imon sitting opposite each other.

With a bandage wrapped around his nose, Emond saw Emond appear at the door and fearfully shielded his sister Helena in front of him.

You have to be timid.

The maester said that Aegon's leg had been broken.

If he hadn't been lucky, he would have almost died out.

"Imon!"

Alisson's expression changed, and he abruptly stood up.

Aemon glanced into the room and said, "I just got back and came to see you and the others."

He bet Otto couldn't change his ways.

Since the other party was able to use Allison's identity to try to manipulate her children in order to achieve the political goal of instigating infighting between the Black and Green camps.

Then Imon could do the opposite.

Turn the internal strife within the Targaryen Party into a campaign of external attacks by the Green Party.

Use magic to defeat magic.

"We don't need you to see it."

Allison stood with a stern face, blocking the doorway and preventing him from entering.

"I'll just have a cup of tea."

"Imon said helplessly."

Allison wouldn't back down an inch and immediately said, "Go find Renilla and have her prepare tea for you."

As he spoke, he reached out and shoved Imon's chest with both hands.

She was very angry.

In front of her, Aemon severely injured her father, and on the same day, he broke Aegon's leg and Aemon's nose.

She knew very well that these were not Imon's faults.

Her father, Otto, was so selfish that even she found him extremely annoying.

Aegon and Aemond, being brothers, deserved to be beaten.

So what angered her was that her father and son were both so useless, leaving her, as the queen, with no chance to defend or protect them.

Inferiority complex makes people rude.

Upon seeing the imposing figure of Imon, she felt ashamed and preferred to isolate herself.

"Don't do that, Allison."

Imon grabbed the other's hands that were being pushed towards him, and seeing the blood scabs on his ten fingers, he felt both helpless and heartbroken.

Allison has already had it bad enough.

Unfortunately, the people around her were disappointing and made things the worst for her.

"Get out, get out."

Allison withdrew his hand and, with his head down, pushed the person out.

Aemon was pushed out the door and hurriedly said, "Have you heard that the Council of Kings is going to choose a marriage partner for Aegon and Helena?"

Allison paused, then became even more annoyed: "This is not something a woman like me can control."

After saying that, he was about to slam the door shut.

She thought Immon had come to talk to her about politics, just like her father Otto.

But she knew very well that she was nothing in the Red Castle.

She was not Viserys' first wife and never received the respect a wife deserves.

Even her child, Aegon, who should have been the eldest son of the kingdom, was ignored by Viserys.

The entire court knew about the black-green conflict, and privately they talked about her being the green queen, saying that her green party was bound to lose.

But how could she not gather a group of her own people when facing Renilla?

Even with Amon's support and her children's backing, who can predict whether Rhaenyra will become the next Meg?

If someone tries to get revenge on her, without any supporters, she'll be at their mercy.

If things had continued this way, a semblance of dignity could have been maintained.

Imon's outburst completely tore through the facade, revealing her true nature to the entire court.

"I can give you some advice, as compensation to Aegon and the others."

Immanuel immediately saw Allison's inferiority complex and used laughter to protect her wounded pride.

"We don't need to worry about it."

Allison just wanted to bury his head in the sand and pretend to be an ostrich.

"Can you bear to watch Helena repeat your old mistakes and marry an old man who doesn't love her?"

Imon made a reckless statement.

Allison was taken aback by this bold statement and was at a loss for words.

Is this something I can say?

Imon shrugged helplessly.

Whether I could say it or not, I've already said it anyway.

The conflict between him and his uncle has escalated to a point of contention due to differing political views.

My uncle is complacent and indulging in a false peace.

no way.

Who could blame them for perfectly inheriting the kingdom entrusted to them by their great-grandfather before his death, and even expanding their territory, becoming a king whose achievements rivaled those of Aegon the Conqueror and Jaehaerys the Elder in the history of the Targaryen family.

Few Targaryen kings in later generations could surpass him.

With this mindset, my uncle lost his goal and began to stagnate.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have tacitly approved Otto's proposal and recklessly strengthened the Green Party's power.

This hidden danger is not only that the conflict between the Black and Green parties will intensify, but also that there is obvious infighting within the Green Party itself.

If this continues, the Targaryens will inevitably be dismembered.

This is the price we pay because our current family is stronger and the internal strife during the "Blood Dragon Dance" in the original world is more dangerous.

simply put.

It just means he became somewhat senile in his later years.

Imon has the strength, but he needs to apply the brakes quickly.

Faced with her uncle's predicament.

If there's no road, we'll build a road; if there's no bridge, we'll build a bridge. We'll divert internal conflicts to external sources.

It's better to hurt others than to waste your own life.

"What exactly do you want, Aemon?"

Alisson felt uncomfortable, but his expression hardened.

Seeing that he had put aside his prejudices, Aemon smiled and said, "I need your cooperation."

(End of this chapter)