Chapter 658: Robert, who lost his love, and Count Count Celingen, who made a fortune!

King's Landing in the night, Red Keep banquet.

The nobles were all singing and dancing in front of the bonfire.

Holding wine glasses, Zhang Cheng and Tywin were talking about something in the darkness.

Both sides kept gesturing, until Tywin stared meaningfully at Zhang Cheng, and only then did he say, "Fifty percent! No more!"

"Fifty percent of what?"

Looking at Tywin with "suspicion," Zhang Cheng couldn't help but ask.

Gasping, Tywin looked at Zhang Cheng with suspicion, as if he wanted to pry open his skull to see if it was the same as the Mountain's inside.

But just at this moment, Zhang Cheng laughed loudly, "Hahaha, just kidding, don't mind it. I know about the five percent!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with annoyance, Tywin turned and left directly.

And looking at his brother's back, Kevan smiled and said, "Count Count Count Celingen really loves to joke!"

"After all, people who love to laugh don't have bad luck, right?"

Looking at Kevan, Zhang Cheng joked.

"You're right, people who love to laugh indeed don't have bad luck!"

Saying this, Kevan also raised his wine glass and left, seemingly to find Tywin.

And standing on the outskirts away from the crowd, Zhang Cheng held his wine glass alone and said, "It's really lively! I wonder what the scene will be like when everyone meets again in a year!"

Thinking that in a year, the War of the Usurper would begin, and everyone who used to drink and have fun together would now be wishing to kill each other on the battlefield, Zhang Cheng felt a wave of emotion, because the ladder of power has always been covered in blood!

"Does Count Count Count Celingen not like this kind of banquet?"

Just as Zhang Cheng was pondering, a gentle voice came from beside him.

Turning his head, Zhang Cheng immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Wang Fei!"

"No need for that. Here, everyone is a friend, aren't they?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with a full face of smiles, Elia Martell explained.

"I just rarely attend banquets, I suppose I'll get used to it in the future!"

Speaking to Elia, Zhang Cheng smiled.

"I hope Count Count Count Celingen can do well in tomorrow's competition!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng before her, Wang Fei Elia left surrounded by her maids after chatting for a long time.

And looking at Elia's back, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

After all, he wouldn't think that the Wang Fei had taken a fancy to him; on the contrary, Zhang Cheng felt that Elia's emotional intelligence was maxed out.

As a powerful Count standing alone on the outskirts, Elia, as a Wang Fei, had specifically come over to chat about daily life and even spoke about many Northern customs—she was truly a virtuous Wang Fei!

After all, if Zhang Cheng weren't a transmigrator, he would truly have his favorability maxed out by Wang Fei Elia's actions!

But it was precisely because of Elia's actions that Zhang Cheng understood why Tywin would send the Mountain into the Red Keep!

After all, if Elia were still alive, even if Rhaegar died in battle, she might still be able to rely on her own charm and spirit to support the Targaryen family!

But for this decaying dynasty to turn the tables relying on Elia Martell's gentleness was truly too difficult.

First, Prince Rhaegar abducted Lyanna, then the Mad King Aerys's "Wildfire Funeral" led to four of the Seven Kingdoms standing on the side of the Stark and Baratheon families, and finally, the Lannister family "rebelled," causing the scales of war to completely lose balance.

In this situation, let alone Elia Martell, even if the Great Mage Liu Xiu came, he would have to consider how to take over the mess.

"Hey, Luo Sai, let me introduce you to a friend!"

Waving his hand heartily, Lyanna smiled and stepped forward.

Looking at Lyanna, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but joke, "A friend? Do you mean this lady beside you?"

"Luo Sai, has no one told you that you speak very harshly sometimes?"

Looking at Zhang Cheng with annoyance, Lyanna immediately showed her disdain.

"But the problem is, I speak so harshly, yet I've never been beaten!"

Looking at Lyanna with a full face of smiles, Zhang Cheng explained proudly.

And hearing Zhang Cheng's words, the woman beside Lyanna chuckled, "Count Count Count Celingen is truly interesting!"

"He speaks very harshly, actually there's no need to know him!"

Pulling Arthur Dayne away, Lyanna looked at Zhang Cheng with disdain. Watching the two's backs, Zhang Cheng raised his wine glass and drank it in one gulp, his eyes full of smiles.

The next day, the tournament officially began.

When Prince Rhaegar appeared as a seeded player, the cheers immediately flipped the entire scene.

However, as Zhang Cheng appeared, the cheers on the stage became even more intense.

After all, as a synonym for being able to fight and being handsome, Zhang Cheng was superior to Prince Rhaegar in every aspect, except for the status of a Prince!

The two met, and Rhaegar smiled, "Count Count Count Celingen, I hope you won't show mercy!"

"I will, Prince!"

Looking at Rhaegar before him, Zhang Cheng had to sigh that the Targaryen family's bloodline was truly good—the handsome men and beautiful women were real, but there were also truly many lunatics!

But compared to the Targaryens, the Lannister family was even more absurd; after all, being able to have an existence like Emperor Joffrey, can you imagine how frantic Tywin was inside?

Tywin: Damn it, shut your mouth!

Zhang Cheng: Does it hurt, old buddy?

"The match begins!"

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the two sides were seen galloping on horses, raising the lances in their hands.

And just at the moment of contact, Zhang Cheng shifted the tip of his lance.

"Boom!"

【Author's Note: Read every word carefully!】

The lance shattered, and Zhang Cheng, originally the heavy favorite to win, was seen falling from his horse.

"By the Seven, what have I just seen? This bastard is actually throwing the match!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, Robert roared immediately.

Because in his mind, while Prince Rhaegar was a capable fighter, he shouldn't have been able to defeat Zhang Cheng, who had executed a giant wild boar with a single sword stroke and even fought the Mountain with his bare hands.

Then there was only one possibility: this bastard threw the match!

"How can you be so sure?"

Looking at Robert with suspicion, Eddard couldn't help but question him.

"That's obviously because this guy chatted with Tywin for a long time!"

Speaking to Eddard, Robert's intelligence immediately occupied the high ground, because if he lost this time, he would lose ten thousand gold dragons!

"Damn it, I forgot to account for Tywin too!"

Just as the two were settling their accounts, Prince Rhaegar, the victor, was seen raising the laurel wreath that symbolized the tournament.

However, he did not present it to Elia Martell, but instead handed it to Lyanna.

Seeing this scene, everyone present fell into a deathly silence.

"Calm down, Robert!"

Looking coldly ahead, Eddard immediately held back Robert, who was beside him.

And just at this moment, Elia, as the Wang Fei, clapped her hands, appearing to appreciate it very much.

Seeing that even Elia was applauding, sparse applause finally broke out in the arena, but by now, many people had already sensed the danger here.

Climbing up from the ground, Zhang Cheng twisted his neck, looked at Rhaegar's back, and revealed a meaningful smile.

Because even if Tywin hadn't approached him, he would have conceded during the match anyway, as this fuse had been lit by Rhaegar himself!

But to Zhang Cheng's surprise, Wang Fei Elia was actually so magnanimous.

"This is truly interesting!"

Revealing a playful smile, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

However, in the next second, Zhang Cheng saw Eddard holding Robert down firmly.

Thinking of this, Zhang Cheng's mouth twitched, because Robert was about to lose his love, but he himself had made a fortune!

Two days later, on the way back to the North, Zhang Cheng looked at the chest filled with gold dragons and hummed a little tune: "Humility in origin is no shame; only one who can bend and stretch is a true man."

(End of chapter)