MTL - Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day-Chapter 294 preference

Chapter 294 Preference

 Understanding the importance of the regency, the ministers changed their expressions and had different ideas.

Otto raised his head in surprise and squinted his eyes imperceptibly.

Jaspie and Melos shuddered, restrained by the reprimand they had just received, and did not dare to speak out.

Except for the objections of Prime Minister Leonor, Linman stood up with difficulty and solemnly said: "Your Majesty, you are in your prime. Promoting regency prematurely is not conducive to the stability of the kingdom."

The king cannot live without his master for one day, and the sky cannot exist for two days at the same time.

 The position of regent has been established by kings in all dynasties, but it was always when the king was still young or his health was not enough.

 Viserys does not have either of the above factors.

 Therefore, Linman believed that he should not rashly appoint a regent to divide the king's legitimate rights.

The words of the two ministers were sharp. Viserys opened his mouth and was speechless for a moment.

This is the first time in my career that I have been rejected so bluntly.

 The eldest son is wiser than him and can give him more favorable advice for the kingdom.

 It doesn’t matter, he will support his eldest son.

Rhaegar was very surprised and shocked by his father's impromptu idea.

Seeing that the eldest son had made a decision, Viserys said with encouragement: "Rhaegar, no matter what your choice is, I support you."

He himself lacks perseverance and decisiveness, but he can always find it in his eldest son.

 He accepted the position of regent with great peace of mind.

 Pushing away Allison's supporting hands, Viserys' expression changed, and he showed the majestic posture that a king should have, without any hesitation.

“During my regency, I will do my best to assist and maintain the peace of the kingdom.”

Rhaenyra gave her a confirming look and nodded slightly.

 There is solemnity, doubt, resistance...

Listening to the eldest son's powerful speech and confident handsome face, Viserys' tense nerves relaxed and he felt a joy from the bottom of his heart.

Ignoring the worried looks of Leonor and Linman, he continued: "The Tully family's motto is very good. I think that when governing the kingdom, one should also believe in family, kingdom responsibilities, and personal honor."

Viserys was extremely pleased and turned his head to scan the silent ministers one by one, knowing that some of them were dissatisfied.

 After saying that, he left his seat and bowed down to salute his father who was sitting on the throne.

Hearing this, the imperial ministers all looked at him one after another.

　　The thought could not be erased once it had arisen. Viserys turned to look at the astonished eldest son, with an unprecedented serious expression: "Rhaegar, tell me your attitude towards the position of regent."

With thousands of thoughts running through his mind, Rega took a breath and stood up from the chair where he had just sat.

Everyone is speculating whether the crown prince will consider moderation and voluntarily resign as regent.

 Pushing the chair away and walking out, he put his hands on the eldest son's shoulders and smiled: "Straighten up, my child."

Otto was the first to applaud as a sign of submission, and other ministers followed suit.

At this moment, he intuitively felt his father’s preference.

Looking around the ministers, Viserys frowned slightly, but his thoughts became more determined.

Rhaegar turned to look at her, a question flashing in his eyes.

 Whether the regent is the result of the father's whim or careful consideration, he should seize the opportunity.

 “Father.” Rhaegar called softly, straightening his spine obediently.

 A few minutes ago, he had indeed not thought about the title of regent.

 Leonor and Linman knew that the king had made up his mind, so they reluctantly joined in the applause.

Rhaenyra's eyes were bright, she secretly tugged at the corner of his clothes, and whispered: "Rhaegar, answer quickly."

 “Okay.” Rhaenyra curled her lips and clapped her hands repeatedly.

Rhaegar's eyes flashed slightly and he said seriously: "As Leonor and Lord Linman said, the position of regent is of great importance."

Hearing her soft call, Viserys and Rhaegar smiled at each other, and the father and son turned to look at the royal ministers in tacit understanding.

 Unfortunately, they are destined to be disappointed.

Just now, he saw that the eldest son did not have enough voice in the imperial meeting to effectively display his ambitions.

With just one look, the sister and brother completed their communication.

Rhaegar held his head high and responded calmly: "Today's matter, I thought of the Tully family's motto, family, responsibility, honor."

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The ministers were puzzled, except for Viserys and Rhaenyra who looked expectantly.

Against the backdrop of silver hair and purple eyes, the father and son smiled identically, as did the arrogance hidden under their gentle appearance.

Whatever people lack is subconscious pursuit.

Rhaegar took in all these eyes and raised a hearty smile on his lips: "What I want to say is that my father believes in me, and I will do my best to serve as regent."

Rhaegar didn't come back to his senses. Someone was more anxious than him.

The meeting comes to an end, open the door and leave.

 “Ahem…”

As soon as he walked out of the door, Viserys covered his mouth and coughed uncontrollably.

Allison stepped forward to help him and complained: "I advise you to drink less wine, otherwise you will be drunk and alone."

“It’s okay, just go back and sleep for a while.”

Viserys was not annoyed and hugged his wife with a smile.

Rhaegar was last and noticed this scene.

"prince."

Elic, dressed in silver armor and white robes, was guarding the door. He greeted Rhaegar who was the last to walk out, and followed the king and queen according to his duties.

Rhaegar stopped and stared at his father's retreating figure.

I don’t know when it started, but the opponent’s originally straight back already showed signs of rickets.

Rhaegar was a little worried as he recalled his father's unshaven and listless state at the meeting.

If this situation continues, he may ascend the throne a few years early.

 “Rhaegar, what are you looking at?”

Rhaenyra, who was walking in front, turned around and turned back with a smile.

Rhaegar did not hide anything and murmured: "Father's health is not very good, it is related to the country."

 “You don’t have an Ouroboros? Go and help father treat it tonight.” Rhaenyra took his hand and helped with advice.

Rhaegar smiled bitterly: "That's all."

 For years, he used ouroboros to relieve his father's cuts. But in the end, treating the symptoms does not cure the root cause. When the wound is healed, it becomes bad, and when it is bad, it heals again. Instead, it tortures the spirit.

“Don’t worry, my father is more fragile than I imagined. You and I have always known that.”

Rhaenyra comforted him softly, wrapping her arms around his waist.

As if feeling something strange, Rega lowered his head in confusion.

Just in time, he met Rhaenyra’s burning eyes with nostalgia.

　　wave~

Rhaenyra put her arms around her neck, stood on tiptoes and spoke enthusiastically, saying proudly, "I like the way you command and control in the royal council."

 Very tough! There is a domineering willfulness.

 This is treatment she has never received as an heir.

Rhaegar smiled, but there was no joy in his heart.

He held her waist with his backhand, lowered his head and looked at her with a touch of pity in his eyes.

Rhaenyra was also a crown prince, but her treatment was very different.

 In the final analysis, female identity comes first.

"Rhaenayla, you and I are our father's favored children," Rhaegar said softly.

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and said affectionately: "I don't believe in father, I only believe in you."

 Her father favored her, but he also pushed her down from the position of heir.

Even though I love my father deeply, there is always a thorn in my heart.

 “Rhaenaela…”

Rega said no more, his eyes fell on the other party's beautiful red lips.

 The door of the Imperial Council faces a stained glass window in the corridor.

 Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly and the birds are chirping.

Suddenly, a little white snake picked up a little bird and gave it to another little white snake.

Two snakes touched each other with their heads, spitting messages to each other, and had a meal together.

 …

 Half a sound.

 It was past noon before Rhaegar and Rhaenyra strolled out of the attic.

 Compared to the imperial minister who left early, the siblings arrived much later.

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While walking, the siblings came to the godswood forest and heard a knocking and crashing sound in the distance.

Rhaegar woke up from his aftertaste and looked away.

 I saw Helena and Aemond holding wooden swords, competing in swordsmanship in a flat clearing in the forest.

 Helena changed from her usual skirt and put on a white shirt, brown trousers, and a pair of deerskin boots.

For ease of movement, the fluffy silver-gold curly hair is tied with a hairband and hangs down on the back.

Eamond's attire is quite different, with the addition of a green cloak, and his face is competing seriously.

Rhaegar and Rhaenyra looked at each other and walked closer quietly.

 At this time, Helena spread her legs, held swords in both hands, and launched an attack in a decent manner.

Aemond passively resisted, raising his sword in panic to block every blow.

"ha!"

Helena gave a soft drink, ran forward and struck down with her sword.

 That's right, it was smashed.

 After listening to Rhaegar's words, Helena thought about it all night and decided to become stronger to protect herself.

Perhaps she can become an excellent swordsman.

 But no one taught her swordsmanship, so she could only swing the sword randomly.

Upholding the famous saying that the strong wields his sword against the stronger, and the weak wields his sword against the weaker.

She considered herself a weakling and chose her younger brother Aemond, who seemed weaker.

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Emond moved his feet, raised his sword sideways, and the wooden sword in Helena's hand was immediately knocked away.

Because she was running too fast, Helena couldn't stand still and fell to the ground with a thud.

"elder sister."

 Aemond was startled, dropped the wooden sword and went to help him.

 It was not easy for him either.

 According to the tradition of the Targaryen family, boys must receive martial arts training after the age of 6.

 Helena insisted on pestering him to compete, and she won after showing a little bit of skill.

Rhaegar came over and asked with a smile, "Can you get up?"

 “Brother!”

Looking at the sudden appearance of Rhaegar, Aemond was frightened and stood there at a loss.

　　Peeping a glance at Helena who was slowly getting up, she felt very panicked.

Afraid that Rhaegar would teach him a lesson for bullying his sister.

 “Well done, the shot was very crisp.”

Rhaegar just smiled and complimented him.

 It’s just a competition, bumps and bruises are inevitable.

 There is a saying that Aemond is very skilled and more talented than the lazy Aegon.

 Aemond breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and hurriedly helped Helena, who had already climbed up.

 Helena looked downcast and dusted herself off her clothes.

 She is two years older than Aemond, so she didn’t expect to lose so easily.

“Brother.” Helena greeted Rhaegar sheepishly after noticing Rhaegar looking at her with a smile.

Rhaegar picked up the fallen wooden sword and said, "Like practicing swordsmanship?"

"No!" With her head shaking like a rattle, Helena said with lonely eyes, "But when I practice sword practice, I won't see those fragmentary scenes."

 (End of this chapter)