Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 162 Two Skins of a Person's Mouth

Renly grabbed a charred stick and hysterically smashed it against the remains of the green silk tent, again and again, until the stick broke and his palm was cut by splinters, blood flowing down between his fingers.

"Damn barbarians!" he roared. "I'll hang their heads on the walls of Storm's End!"

“Your Majesty,” Brienne approached him, her voice low, “according to Dothraki custom, Her Majesty the Queen will not be in mortal danger until the ransom is paid…”

Lan Li took a deep breath and climbed onto the horse's back.

"Let's go back to the Baiyangtan camp!"

Renly and his army had not gone far when they discovered corpses scattered across the wilderness, numbering over three thousand. Weapons and armor lay strewn everywhere, and the ground, soaked in blood, had dried and turned black.

A knight's head was impaled on a lance, his eyes wide open. Others had their bellies ripped open, their entrails scattered on the ground. Vultures pecked at the corpses as if they were nothing, while countless crows circled overhead, emitting eerie cries.

These were all elite cavalrymen from the Reach, but now they fell like harvested wheat. Some had arrows piercing their throats, some had their heads chopped off with scimitars, and the vast majority of their wounds were on their backs, inflicted during their escape.

The scene was so gruesome that even experienced veterans could hardly bear to look. Young knights covered their mouths and vomited, while others began to silently recite the Seven Gods Prayer, praying for the dead to rest in peace.

This is not a battlefield, but a slaughterhouse!
“There are at least three thousand corpses here,” Goode reported in a low voice, covering his nose. “They are all River Bend cavalry, and there are quite a few noble sons among them.”

Renly felt dizzy. He knew the cruelty of war, but he had never seen such a horrific massacre.

The Dothraki not only didn't care about prisoners or ransoms, but they also made them die without any dignity.

Lanli closed his eyes, paused for a moment, and when he opened them again, two lines of clear tears suddenly streamed down his face.

“Take a headcount,” he ordered, “and then bury the dead. We cannot leave them to rot in the wilderness.”

Moved by the king's mercy, the knights nodded silently and began digging pits to bury the bodies. They did not set off again until the sun had set.

At this moment, Green Guard Goode rode up and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, how do you intend to explain to Duke Mays that his daughter is missing?"

"There's no other way but to tell the truth," Lan Li sighed, staring blankly into the distance.

“He’ll ask you why you took her with you; she shouldn’t have gone to war with you,” Goode probed.

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about.” Lan Li frowned.

Margaery was not only his queen, but also the apple of the eye of the Tyrell family. Everything he had was built on the alliance with the Tyrell family.

If anything were to happen to Margaret and Highgarden were to withdraw its support for him, his throne would be like a castle on the beach, ready to crumble at any moment.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he found a solution.

People have two mouths; whoever speaks first has the right to speak. Rather than having the messenger relay the message back to High Court, it's better to go back and explain things clearly first!
He could say that Margaret insisted on staying with him because it was her own request, and that he was simply a good husband who couldn't refuse his wife's request.

This explanation sounds reasonable. Since Margaret's fate is unknown, it doesn't matter if we push all the responsibility onto her. Let's get through this first!
Rather than being accused of incompetence, it's better to be called a love fanatic.

Lanli's lips curled up slightly, revealing his first smile in several days.

Yes, that's what they said, and then they assembled a large army, vowing to rescue their beloved queen.

This story will be turned into songs by bards and sung throughout the Seven Kingdoms. People will praise his courage and loyalty, not laugh at his failure!
"Let's go!" He roared, "Full speed ahead! Highgarden!"

...

Three days later, Renly and his remaining troops arrived at Highgarden.

Mace Tyrell was not at Poplar Beach, but had returned to Highgarden. Renly was filled with unease, wondering if his father-in-law would believe his explanation.

He changed into a well-fitting green velvet coat and stepped into the Highgarden Hall. Mace and Lady Thorn were in the hall. He turned and saw Renly, immediately stood up to greet him, warmly shook his hand, and smiled broadly.

“Your Majesty! I’ve been waiting for the messenger, why have you come in person?” Mace asked impatiently. “How are the results at the front?” Lady Olenna remained silent, leaning on her cane, silently observing Renly.

Renly took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Your Grace, the results are remarkable. We not only attacked the Laharo camp, but also recaptured Stonehelm in one fell swoop!"

"Gods help me!" Mace let out a long sigh of relief, laughed heartily, and patted Renly on the shoulder: "Great! I knew you could do it! Tell me about the specific battle situation?"

"We left no survivors at the Lahalo camp and in Stonehelm!"

Lanli hesitated for a moment before speaking, "But..."

The hall fell silent instantly, everyone's eyes fixed on him, waiting for him to continue.

"However, we also paid a heavy price for this great victory." Lan Li deliberately avoided Lady Olenna's gaze and lowered his voice.

Mace smiled and shook his head. "Every war comes at a price, especially a war against Laharo!" He comforted him, "Your Majesty, you've accomplished something that even Lord Randyll and I couldn't do. That's fantastic!"

Olena noticed Renly's unusual expression and impatiently tapped her cane. "Speak! What's the price!"

Lanley hesitated for a moment, then swallowed hard. "About Margaery..."

Lady Olena tapped her cane on the ground again, the sound echoing through the hall: "Speak!"

Renly shuddered and stammered, "We're worried, worried, Margaery has been captured by the Dothraki."

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Mays' smile froze on her face, while Olena's eyes turned icy cold.

Green-clad guard Goode looked embarrassed and tried to ease the tension: "Thank the gods, at least Her Majesty the Queen is still alive!"

Mace's face turned deathly pale as she grabbed Renly's arm. "What do we do? What do we do? She's just a child! What will the Dothraki do to her if they capture her?"

Olena slowly stood up, and although she was short, she exuded a suffocating majesty.

"Tell me, where was she arrested? And where were you when she was arrested?"

Renly lowered his head, avoiding her gaze, but Olena persisted: "Ranly! Look me in the eyes!"

Lanley had no choice but to look up, and Olena's old but bright eyes seemed to have seen through his lie.

"You actually took my granddaughter to the battlefield?"

Green-Clad Guard Goode hurriedly explained, "Madam, she definitely didn't fight on the front lines with the army. She's in the camp; she should be perfectly safe..."

“I’m speaking to my grandson-in-law! Who do you think you are! Do you have the right to speak here?” Olena turned to Lanley, her voice echoing through the hall. “You actually brought my granddaughter to the battlefield?”

Lanley hurriedly explained, "Madam, Margaret is very willful. She never listens to my orders. She said she wanted to go to the battlefield to see what it was like, and I couldn't refuse her request..."

“She is your wife!” Mace raised her voice.

Olena's anger subsided, and she softened her tone. "Tell me, is she still alive?"

“She must still be alive,” Renly said hastily. “The Dothraki have no reason to kill her; they might demand a ransom, just like Garan did…”

“I don’t want shirking responsibility,” Lady Olenna’s gaze was sharp as it swept over them. “I want the truth! I will send someone to negotiate, and Renly, you’re coming with me!”

Renly's face turned ashen, and he bowed slightly to her. "My lady, I swear to the gods that I will rescue Margaret!"

"Get out!" Olena roared, and stormed off.

(End of this chapter)