Chapter 722

The Imp, on behalf of House Lannister, thanked Liu Bei for rescuing Jaime and offered fifty thousand gold dragons as a reward.

Having seized a portion of old Walder Frey's accumulated wealth, Liu Bei was not particularly desperate for gold dragons, but who would complain about having too much money?

The Hound also received his pardon, and he felt as if he were in a dream.

"I've become a hero too? Damn it! It really pays to follow the right person."

Early the next morning,

Liu Bei accepted Joffrey's reluctant investiture at the Red Keep, officially becoming the Count of the Twins.

He presented letters from Lord Tully of Riverrun and the lords of the North, expressing their continued unity under the Iron Throne.

With this, the entire continent of Westeros seemed to enter a period of beautiful peace once again.

Liu Bei looked at Margaery, whom he had not seen for a long time; the two of them seemed ready to spark high-voltage electricity.

Joffrey wished he could duel Liu Bei on the spot, but he knew he couldn't win!

"Since you've returned, I have a hundred ways to deal with you!"

Tywin appointed Liu Bei as a general of the City Watch, responsible for maintaining order in King's Landing, which was effectively a form of house arrest in the capital.

Liu Bei didn't mind; there were still many major events to unfold in King's Landing, and he naturally couldn't miss them—such as Joffrey being poisoned, or Tywin being shot by the Imp in the privy...

"Count Cass, thank you for killing old Walder Frey and Bolton."

Sansa expressed her heartfelt gratitude to Liu Bei; when she heard that her mother and eldest brother had died tragically at the Red Wedding, she had fainted from grief.

Liu Bei had avenged her quickly, which made her feel deeply grateful toward him.

Liu Bei said gently,

"It is a pity I arrived too late and could not save them."

"Everything is fate."

"Thank you for giving them a proper burial."

"My condolences..."

Liu Bei added,

"Sansa, I happened to rescue your sister Arya."

Tears streamed down Sansa's face.

"Thank goodness, she is still alive."

The two leaned closer and closer.

Margaery couldn't bear to watch any longer.

"Ahem."

She reminded Sansa that she now had a husband, the Imp, even though he was a husband forced upon her by Tywin.

The Imp observed from the shadows, but he felt no jealousy; he had been arranged by Tywin and had no feelings for Sansa at all.

The Imp was in love with the prostitute Shae.

Both of them were pitiful wretches!

Littlefinger, however, felt a great sense of crisis.

He planned to go to the Eyrie to marry Sansa's aunt, control the Vale, and then control the North through Sansa!

And now, this Count Cass had won the favor of the lords of the North and the Riverlands, and now seemed to be making a move on Sansa as well—this was something he could not tolerate.

"It seems the rumors about him and Margaery must be spread even more explosively."