Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 291 The Sea Serpent's Illegitimate Child Exposed
In Westeros, where medical care is scarce, excessive blood loss is a serious illness.

Everyone's heart sank.

Imon glanced at Lannino's condition.

The person fell into a coma, their face was deathly pale, and their whole body was trembling slightly.

That's a sign of feeling cold all over after excessive blood loss.

Aemon summoned a servant and instructed him, "Take some yellow barley, add dates and fire peppers, and cook it into a thin porridge."

"Yes, Prince."

The attendant hurriedly went to do it.

Lana saw this and, seeking comfort, rested her head against his chest.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Aemon patted her hand.

Yellow wheat is, after all, a spiritual crop, and it has a certain effect on replenishing qi and blood.

Fire dragon pepper is an enhanced version of chili pepper, a specialty of the river bend region.

It has the effects of dispelling cold and reducing inflammation.

The scholar did his best and left the rest to fate. He wrapped Lannino up like a dumpling and signaled to the servants to carry him back to his room on a stretcher.

"You should go back to your rooms first."

Collis turned around, suppressing his anger: "I will increase the patrols on Tidehead Island and investigate whether Cole Quirrell has any accomplices."

The others offered a few words of comfort, to avoid causing any further trouble.

Only Cassandra cried and was forcibly dragged away by her little sister Samantha.

According to her.

If Lannino dies, she will lose such a wonderful fiancé.

"They left, like they were sick!"

Samantha was speechless.

She doesn't even know her fiancé doesn't like women; she's really not very bright.

……

Imon sat on the balcony with Lannar in his arms.

The Valerian Empire is facing a generational gap.

If anything were to happen to Lannino, it would be like half the sky had fallen.

"I'm here, everything will be alright."

Imon gently comforted him.

"Zhizhi~~"

The golden-nosed mouse climbed into the pocket and saw the silver-haired beauty weeping. It stuffed its two little paws into its mouth and pulled out a handkerchief.

Lannar was surprised by the intelligent mouse and burst into laughter through her tears: "Thank you, little guy."

The golden-nosed mouse blinked its small eyes and clumsily wiped away its tears with a handkerchief.

"Can't it really mate with a regular mouse?"

Lannar looked up at Imon.

"..."

Imon silently turned his head away.

The golden-nosed mouse glared at the large rat: "Squeak!!"

It angrily ate the handkerchief back, burrowed back into its pocket and curled up into a ball. Lanaer poked it apologetically, but it didn't make a sound.

This cold world truly breaks the heart of the mouse.

Imon smiled helplessly, "Don't scare it. I'll have the scholar write to River Valley Town and ask Scholar Mukun to help send some good medicine."

His Highness has a penchant for hoarding goods.

Some of the spiritual plants that I had collected over the years were transplanted to Dragon Valley in flowerpots.

Pick two plants at a critical moment; they can be of great use.

"Thank you~"

Lana nestled in his arms, rubbing her beautiful face against his chest, her slender arms encircling his firm waist.

It was Eamon's reliable character, honed through setbacks since childhood, that made her feel at ease no matter when or where.

Eamon remained silent, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Be childish when you should be childish, and mature when you should be mature.

He is not only a child who craves the gentleness of mature women, but also a protective umbrella who shields his family and clan from the storms of life.

"Do you think anyone was behind the attack on Lannino?"

Lana was still worried.

Aemon sighed softly, "Perhaps."

Things are already very good.

In the original world, Lannino was assassinated in the street, without even a chance to be treated.

His reminder indirectly helped Lannino escape a disaster.

Fortunately in misfortune.

Lannar lowered her head slightly, then wrapped her arms around Imon's neck and whispered, "I'm tired, carry me back to bed."

Imon did as instructed.

However, the white, smooth arm around her neck refused to let go.

Lannar's long, silver-gold wavy hair cascaded down to her waist, spreading out like a silver fishtail on the pale blue sheets, as if inviting Imon to grab the fishtail, peel back the snow-white scales, and explore the alluring flesh.

Eamon admitted that he wanted to eat fish.

……

The search on Chaotou Island lasted all night.

The next day.

Imon was awakened by a series of urgent knocks on the door.

"Who is it? It's so heavy!"

I opened my eyes groggily, and it felt like I was being pressed against a piece of soft tofu. It was very soft and elastic to the touch.

But it's really heavy.

Lanaer, covered by a thin summer quilt, lay on top of Imon, still retaining the knowledge of the previous night's exploitation.

"Your Highness, something has happened!"

Sir Illicium of the Kingsguard's voice came from outside the door.

With his mind clearing, Imon gently laid down the tired and sleeping Lanael, put on his clothes, and went out.

Seeing his listless appearance, Ilik peeked through the crack in the door at the messy sheets on the bed and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The prince was hurt by beauty.

"What happened again?"

Imon buttoned up his white shirt, cleverly using the word "again".

Ilik's expression was grave: "Last night, martial law was declared on Tidehead Island. This morning, just as dawn broke, someone reported a secret to Lord Corliss."

“I’m listening,” Aemon said calmly.

Ilik hesitated, then said with some difficulty, "The messenger said they found a suicide note in the brothel Cole Quirrell frequented."

"One of the contents states that Lord Corliss has an illegitimate child."

"What!?" Imon exclaimed in astonishment.

What was Lannino thinking, telling his homosexual lover something like this?

"But if we report it to Corliss himself, there shouldn't be any problems, right?"

The strange way of Yimeng.

"That's the problem."

Ilic sighed, "Princess Rhaenys happened to be with Lord Corliss at the time." *Snap!*
Amon slapped his forehead, instantly feeling overwhelmed.

If the victim encounters this kind of situation, wouldn't they be doomed?

……

Terminal 9.

Renis stared expressionlessly at the mother and her two children in front of her.

Martha, nicknamed "Rat," had lost her usual dashing demeanor; she stood there with her head down, ashamed.

Adam and Erin looked uneasy, each held in their mother's arms, one on each side.

Corliss stood silently to the side, his expression complex.

I never dreamed that investigating the details of my son's assassination would expose the secret of my illegitimate child.

"Keep your head up."

Renis's eyes flashed, and she spoke loudly.

Martha trembled and slowly raised her head: "Madam."

Renis said calmly, "Yes, Your Highness, if we're being polite."

"Yes, Your Highness Princess."

Martha changed her tune.

Renis walked closer, looked her up and down carefully, and said with a slight surprise, "Someone told me that you are the daughter of the best shipwright in Shiphull Town, and also the youngest captain."

Then, she chuckled and said, "But nobody says you're so beautiful."

Martha felt even more ashamed.

"What's your name?"

Martha was about to speak when she was interrupted again.

"Never mind, none of that matters."

Renis looked away and then at the two silver-haired boys.

It was easy to see her husband's features in his face, and she finally became convinced that what was written in the letter was not false.

“Come, let me see you,” she said.

Corliss could no longer hold back and exclaimed, "Renise!"

Renee's hand, which was stretched halfway in the air, stopped.

Corliss stepped forward and said, "You all step back, let's talk alone."

The lord's authority remained, and the mother and her two children were led away by the servants.

Renis remained silent, seemingly staring at the departing figures of Martha and her son, but in reality, her peripheral vision only caught sight of one person.

Corliss grabbed his wife's hand, trying to explain: "Believe me, there's more to it than meets the eye."

"Oh, what do you have to say?"

Renis remained calm.

Corliss tried to remain calm and said, "It's a long story, but actually it's about Lannino..."

"enough!"

Renis interrupted abruptly, her tone indifferent and distant: "I know who they are."

There's no need to use your son, who was just assassinated and whose fate is unknown, as a shield.

Colliston was speechless for a moment.

Renis remained calm.

However, this calm is like the calm before the storm.

Even though Corliss was a seasoned sailor who had sailed the world, he felt powerless against the overwhelming force of a raging storm as he faced his wife at that moment.

The suspect was caught red-handed, and the evidence was conclusive.

Nothing to say.

“You know that, Corliss.”

Renis crossed her arms as if she were hugging herself, and spoke with difficulty: "Our son's life is in danger."

Corliss remained silent.

He understood what his wife meant.

Rhaenys is the only daughter of Aemon Targaryen, the Prince of Dragonstone, and is widely regarded by her supporters as the "uncrowned queen," as well as the rider of the dragon Melias, the "Red Queen."

She is proud and will not tolerate being insulted.

Even though he had an extramarital affair and fathered two illegitimate children.

Rhaenys wouldn't lower herself to yell and glare at her husband like an ordinary woman would.

The princess possessed a natural grace.

“You think my son can't meet your expectations, so you've made two preparations.”

Renis clenched her fingers around her arm and looked directly into her husband's eyes: "Those two children are innocent. They have no father. This is an injustice done to them by the gods."

“I don’t know when Lannino will wake up, but I agree that you should make them official and give them your surname.”

Corliss was shocked and demanded, "Do you know what you're saying?"

Renis retorted, "I know perfectly well, but shouldn't you mention what you've done?"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the emotions that had been building up inside him were released.

She looked at the other person, hoping for a fair and honest answer.

Kolis was filled with shame and indignation at the questioning, feeling utterly humiliated.

boom!
At that moment, the tightly closed hall door was pushed open.

Lannar appeared in a flurry of activity, followed closely by Imon.

The corner of the stairs.

Aegon and several children emerged, while Elaine stood in the corner with her arms crossed.

……

"Mom, are you okay?"

Lannar pushed past Corliss and looked at her mother with concern.

Renis stared at her daughter and abruptly asked, "Have you been hiding anything from me?"

Her sense of smell is just that sharp.

Lannar's face stiffened, and she pursed her lips, not daring to answer.

Aemon sighed softly and pulled her back to his side.

Renis glanced at her nephew and suddenly found herself ridiculous.

It turned out that everyone knew except her.

"Ugh!"

Renis smiled and sighed, looking at her embarrassed husband: "I thought my children still needed me, but it seems I was just being presumptuous."

Having said that, he shook off Corliss's large hand that tried to stop him and walked towards the door without looking back.

A flurry of activity erupted from Aegon and his men.

……

After a while.

A magnificent, scarlet dragon flew out of Chaotou Island, its destination unknown.

……

"what!!"

Kolis, both ashamed and angry, shoved over a precious trophy inside the Ninth Naval Building.

How could he make such a mistake?

Renis found out.

She will never come back.

(End of this chapter)