Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

Tyrion sat in the carriage with the wounded and sick, carefully examining the riders in the queue in front and behind the carriage. They came from nineteen castles on the Great Wall and were a mixed crowd. The brothers of the Night's Watch account for only a small part of it. The main force is part of the King's First Regiment, followed by the men from the north, then some men from the river and the valley, and finally the Braavos mercenaries and Night watchman.

Although Tyrion made a big deal and made a noise, he had already passed the temporary camp and thought that on-site exploration was no longer possible. And these first group of people are all "people of merit" in the words of King Viserys. Even if Bowen Marsh wants to help Tyrion conduct a thorough investigation, it will be difficult for Tyrion to gather all the people he suspects. stand up.

What's more, Tyrion is a "Lannister", and his identity is considered sensitive by the King and Stark, so Bowen, who is in charge, after repeatedly confirming that Tyrion cannot point out the "murderer", chooses to make it a big deal and make it a trivial matter. , only a few night watchmen with minor injuries were arranged to take care of his safety, and nothing happened.

The hound's words also made Tyrion understand the current situation more clearly. If he wants to find out who is plotting to kill him, he can only rely on himself. So after examining his self-worth, he chose to rely on the Braavos mercenaries and Night Watchmen in Eastwatch as his backing. No matter how much they calculated, they had a life-long friendship.

Tyrion shamelessly asked the Braavos commander for a few mercenary brothers to protect him. Tyrion is the window and coordinator for communication between the mercenaries and the Night's Watch, so the Braavos mercenaries are happy to provide any help they can.

Since then, the march has been getting closer to Winterfell, with several breaks in between, and no more murders have occurred. It was because of Tyrion's trouble that the patrols in the camp became much more intensive during the break.

With such an uneventful journey, the team arrived at Winterfell.

The torches of the marching team were long and dense. Winterfell could see the approaching team from a distance and sent riders out of the city to greet them.

Because of the previous battle, the north and west gates of Winterfell had been completely blocked, so the riders led the team in a large circle from the east before passing through the heavily defended winter town and finally entering through the east gate.

Acting City Lord Sansa brought a large group of Winterfell officials to personally greet them.

When Tyrion saw Sansa standing at the city gate, he quickly averted his eyes in embarrassment and hid in the carriage without moving. He was married to Sansa during Tywin's reign in King's Landing, although the marriage ended when Tyrion was exiled to the Wall for regicide.

Speaking of which, Joffrey's death was also related to Sansa.

Tyrion thought inexplicably: It couldn't be that Sansa Stark wanted to take his life? But it was Arya Stark who saved him that day.

Although poisoning Joffrey is not a glorious thing, now that we are in the Targaryen dynasty, who cares how Joffrey died? Is Sansa still keeping silent about Joffrey?

Tyrion thought about it carefully and thought that the little girl must be mentally healthy.

He was thinking wildly as the carriages carrying the wounded from the Great Wall passed the castle gate and passed the dignitaries from all over the country who were greeting each other.

Suddenly, Tyrion heard a familiar hoarse voice.

"Oh, my lords, the banquet and rooms have been prepared at Winterfell."

Littlefinger, Petyr Baelish?

Forgive Tyrion for his lack of information. He has been fighting on the Great Wall for more than two years. Although he has also heard about Stark's recovery of the North, he knows that the two Stark sisters have borrowed soldiers and horses from the valley. But no one ever mentioned that there was Littlefinger involved.

Since the Great Wall entered the long night, information from the non-commanders of the defenders has been particularly blocked. Eastwatch is on the edge. After the news from the sea is cut off, there is only one news channel: Castle Black.

Even though Eastwatch is only fifty leagues away from Castle Black, news from both sides is also very limited. Except for emergency military situations and some major military decision-making meetings, Eastwatch is almost isolated from the world. Without the deployment of military orders, ordinary defenders of the army would not be able to leave the castle. In the past two years, Tyrion has not even been to several nearby castles in Eastwatch. The White Walkers have attacked several times, and there are very few reinforcements from the North or the Vale among the reinforcements coming to Eastwatch. Tyrion has no way of knowing the actual situation in Winterfell.

Tyrion had almost forgotten that he was caught in the Eyrie because of the false information Littlefinger gave to Catelyn.

Tyrion was inexplicably thinking, when he returned to King's Landing as Acting Prime Minister, how could he let Littlefinger off so easily, without even a simple questioning?

Soon, he remembered that he had rushed to King's Landing with Tywin's letter. Tyrion, who has no foundation, chooses to play both ways, busy taking power from Cersei and Joffrey, and busy competing with the ministers of King's Landing for dominance.

In order to win over political helpers, he gave up the idea of ​​confronting Littlefinger over the dagger. At that time, he was so busy in King's Landing that he gradually forgot about it. By the time he took control of the situation in King's Landing, Littlefinger had hooked up with Tywin at some point and successfully completed a dangerous mission - going south to seek peace with the Tyrell family, and was then named Earl of Harrenhal by Tywin. Then it’s time to head to the valley

Think about it carefully, how did Littlefinger hook up with Stark? How did Sansa escape to the Vale from the scene of Joffrey's death in King's Landing?

Then, now, Littlefinger has hooked up with a Stark, which is equivalent to hooking up with a Targaryen.

Hiss~

Littlefinger had every motive and reason to kill Tyrion.

Tyrion realizes that because he is a smart man - which he himself is not modest about in his own self-esteem, and Littlefinger obviously thinks so too - he poses an unimaginable threat to Littlefinger.

Tyrion came into contact with enough information during his tenure as Prime Minister of King's Landing. After careful review, several major events he experienced vaguely overlapped with Littlefinger.

The moment he realized Littlefinger was in Winterfell, Tyrion glimpsed a network of conspiracies, and at the other end of the network was Littlefinger Petyr Baelish hiding behind the scenes.

It is still unclear who the murderer was, but Tyrion, the mastermind behind it, already has the biggest suspicion.

Then, Tyrion began to wonder, what secret was Littlefinger trying to cover up, so that he had to die in his place?

He began to wonder why a "smart guy" like Littlefinger would use the most inappropriate assassination to deal with the problem. Tyrion suddenly thought that King Targaryen hated the dishonorable activity of assassination very much, because he was once assassinated by the faceless killer of the House of Black and White, and even destroyed the House of Black and White himself. Exposing such a thing is obviously not going to gain a good reputation in the Targaryen political arena, so what secret is worth Littlefinger doing?

Tyrion thought a lot, but most of the things he could think of were fanciful and lacked solid evidence.

However, Tyrion was never one to sit still and wait for death. He thought for a moment, had an idea, and decided to alert the enemy.

After thinking for a moment, Tyrion opened the corner of the carriage, with a playful expression on his face, and took the initiative to say hello loudly: "Lord Petyr, is it really you? How can you see an old friend in such a world of ice and snow? , it’s really a joy.”

Tyrion's head emerged from the carriage, half of his ears were wrapped with bands, and the scars on his face looked a little ferocious under the firelight.

Littlefinger was startled when he heard the sound. He turned around and saw Tyrion. His expression quickly returned to the friendly one with a smile on his face. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, Lord Lannister, long time no see. I didn't expect to be here." I met you. Why are you among the wounded? Could it be that you were wounded heroically at the Great Wall?"

"The White Walkers can't hurt me." Tyrion deliberately showed the bandage on his ear, "Some people want to take my life. To say that this person's heart is really terrible. In the long night of crisis, everyone responded to King Viserys Calling for a joint fight against the White Walkers, why would anyone want to cover up the secret and murder the heroes who are fighting the White Walkers on the front line? "

"How could such a thing happen?" Littlefinger asked in surprise, "Who plotted to kill you? Has the murderer been punished as he deserves?"

Tyrion gave him an ambiguous smile, and then said casually: "Hey, don't talk about me anymore. But you, I heard that you married Lady Lysa in the Vale, why don't you just hold your sweet wife and live happily in Harrenhal?" Your lord has come to Winterfell?"

Littlefinger smiled and shook his head: "No, no, no, I am just a small lord of the Five Fingers Peninsula. Now I am just doing the little things I can for Lysa to assist Miss Sansa and Duke Arya."

"Really, that's really interesting." Tyrion commented thoughtfully.

"Uh-huh." Littlefinger smiled but said nothing.

The two looked at each other in silence.

After a while, the carriage started again.

Tyrion smiled and greeted: "It seems that I have to go to the castle for treatment. Lord Petyr, I look forward to seeing you again."

Littlefinger didn't take it seriously and ended the conversation like a pleasantry: "It's an honor."

But he said that this conversation had just ended.

Before the carriage entered the castle, Tyrion hurriedly called to Chief Bowen to arrange for the lightly wounded members of the Night's Watch and the Braavos mercenaries he had begged to get out of the carriage, and went to Chief Bowen to ask him to help. Go and ask for Sandor Clegane, Arya Stark's bodyguard and hound.

This is what Tyrion told Chief Bowen: "I want to repay him for saving his life."

Boss Bowen was confused: "Now?"

Tyrion smiled: "Yes."

Boss Bowen didn't want to get involved in Tyrion's affairs. Seeing that he only had this request, he didn't ask any more questions and went to find someone for him.

——

After Littlefinger bid farewell to Tyrion, he immediately came quietly behind Sansa. After she and Arya Stark finished talking awkwardly about some minor things in Winterfell at the city gate, he approached Sansa. Sha whispered in her ear: "Sansa, I see Tyrion, Tyrion Lannister."

"What?" Sansa was surprised for a moment, a little confused by this information.

"He's in the Night's Watch's wounded carriage."

"He," Sansa whispered awkwardly, "I have nothing to do with him anymore. He is the Night's Watch, and I am -"

Littlefinger interrupted her: "'Kingslayer', he is the 'Kingslayer' who killed Joffrey."

"What do you mean by this? This matter is in the past. He won't. Even if he comes to question me, he won't get anything. It's you."

The corners of Littlefinger's eyes drooped: "Me? Believe it or not, Sansa, Joffrey's matter is not mine. But you are right, that is the past, and the past should be let go."

"What?" Sansa turned her head and looked at Littlefinger, who looked like an old god. "What can he do now? Now is the Targaryen Dynasty."

"What you said makes sense. Even if he blames Joffrey's matter on you, I don't think the Targaryen king and 'prince' will have any other ideas because of this. After all, even if they believe it, you are doing it for them." Targaryen eliminates a troubled Northern hero."

When Sansa heard this, she was inexplicably worried and said quickly, "But that wasn't what I did."

Littlefinger nodded: "Of course, I know it wasn't you, but others may not think so. I mean, maybe I worry too much, maybe nothing will happen, maybe Prince Targaryen likes 'brave' 'Where's the girl, huh?"

Sansa hesitated, "Maybe I should talk to him, after all."

"Talk to him, really?" Littlefinger's eyes showed disappointment, "I thought you had a deep understanding of Lannister's duplicity and intrigues in King's Landing."

Sansa frowned: "Then what should I do? I can't do nothing. And he..." Sansa couldn't explain. The inexplicable respect between Tyrion and her during their marriage made her feel that the other person might be a "good person." ".

Littlefinger saw that the conversation was almost done, so he asked as if he was suggesting: "Let's do this, Sansa. I'll test his attitude for you. What do you think?"

Sansa pinched her fingers: "Is it okay? Otherwise, it's just me."

"Of course, you can go by yourself," Littlefinger winked, "if you insist."

Sansa's expression paused and she was stunned for a moment before she said, "Lord Baelish, I'm not just bothering you all the time. I'm really sorry."

"Sansa, I do this for Lysa," Littlefinger wiped the corners of his eyes and said sadly, "and for your mother, Catelyn."

Sansa nodded: "Sorry to trouble you, uncle."

Littlefinger was stunned for a moment, agreed, and then immediately set off to find Lynn Corbray.

——

But it's Tyrion's side.

Sandor the hound smelled of alcohol, and it seemed that he had drunk a lot just in the short time he entered the city. He looked down at Tyrion condescendingly: "You want to buy me a drink?"

Tyrion was well prepared. He sent his brothers in black to keep an eye on him and went straight to the point: "Sandor, I would like to ask you to introduce me to your lord the Duke."

"No," the Hound refused directly, "What evil intentions are you thinking, Lannister?"

"What bad thoughts can I have? But that doesn't necessarily apply to other people in Winterfell. Someone is playing tricks on the Stark family. Maybe the Duke you are loyal to now has been sold and paid for." Tyrion curled his lips, "Take me to see her, Sandor, you and Arya Stark saved me, I will repay you with wealth and power, and repay her with the truth."

"Do I look like someone who needs those things? Damn you, half-man, you are insulting me." The hound grinned, "I won't believe a word of your words. King Targaryen thinks you have merit and let you When you come to Winterfell to take a rest, you can give me a good bath in the hot springs and get enough sleep, and don’t cause trouble or make things unpleasant, can’t you?”

Tyrion prodded him: "I thought you had lost your honor at the Blackwater."

"Screw your honor, don't mention that in front of me."

"Since you say so, then I don't care." Tyrion is also playing hard to get, "That's right, what happens to the Stark daughters is none of our business, and they are just being used by others. . Women are always deceived. It’s a bit unbearable to watch them follow in Lady Catelyn’s footsteps.”

The hound hatefully covered Tyrion's sight with his body, and said aggressively: "I hate your expression the most, half-man. It's really an advantage for you to lose only one ear."

"so?"

"Seven levels of hell." The big man, who was taller than the three Tyrions, sat down and still looked down at Tyrion condescendingly, "Say."

Tyrion should have just said what he had prepared, but his gossipy and gossipy temper made him couldn't help but mention it more: "Sandor, I'm really curious. Did you abandon Joffrey at the Blackwater?" Go, I thought you lost your courage and became... I didn't expect you are here with Stark now."

"Fuck you, do you know me very well? I used to be a dog for Lannister, and now I'm a dog for Stark. What's the difference?" The hound rolled his eyes at him, "If you say more nonsense, half human, I'll be there right now leave."

Tyrion waved his hand quickly and said, "Have you seen our Chancellor of the Finance, oh no, Earl of Harrenhal, Lord Petyr Baelish, who claims to be a minor noble of the Five Fingers Peninsula?"

The hunting dog sneered: "Are you wearing down my patience?"

"Don't be so boring." Tyrion muttered, and then quickly added, "I'm afraid you don't know, Sandor, the Lord Baelish told Lady Catelyn that I planned the murder of Bran of the Stark family. Lady Catelyn was the one who asked me to be taken to the Eyrie for interrogation. You said he provoked Lan? What is the dispute between Nestor and Stark? How interesting, isn't it? That Lord Baelish is now working for Sansa in Winterfell. Do you know that the Stark daughters were there? The throne room where Littlefinger held the dagger to Eddard Stark’s neck?”

"You have a grudge against Littlefinger?" Sandor disagreed. "Oh, I understand. Do you think he wants to murder you?"

"Huh?" Tyrion's eyes widened.

"You love me to death." Sandor shrugged, acting as if it had nothing to do with him, "Want to use me? Screw you."

Tyrion couldn't help but ask: "I'm sorry, are there any irreconcilable conflicts between us?"

"Maybe," Sandor glanced at him sideways, "You should learn how to let go of your aloof and controlling attitude, and learn how to ask for help, half-human."

Tyrion understood: "You want to know more?"

Sandor stared at the past: "I will judge whether I want to get involved in your affairs based on your words."

"What we just did wasn't enough?"

The Hound said, "That may be enough for Stark, but not enough for me. What's the difference between you and him for me?"

"I see," Tyrion said. "You impress me, Sandor. So, unfortunately, that's all I know to stand up to you in court."

The Hound looked like you were kidding me.

Tyrion said: "This is the truth. I actually don't understand why I deserve Baelish's murder. You can also see that there must be a secret behind it, because just an accusation without records and circumstantial evidence is not worth it." . So I want to confront him. , find out why. You are right, I am asking for your help. I think you and the Starks will be as curious as I am about what secret is worth his insignificance to me. 'Is the little man thinking about you so much?"

The hunting dog paused and asked, "You don't know who killed you? Why are you so sure it was Littlefinger now?"

"As I said, I'm not sure. So all I ask is that you help me contact Lord Arya and let me confront him. Don't get the justice I've been waiting for for so many years since I was accused of murdering Bran by Catelyn."

The hound couldn't help but sneered: "Ha, Lannister asked Stark to make the decision and seek justice. How much did I drink? How could I have such a dream?"

"So can you help?"

If the Hound doesn't help, Tyrion will have no choice but to go to the men of King Targaryen's First Chapter to make things worse. After all, he was now in Winterfell, which was considered Littlefinger's territory. If he guessed correctly that Littlefinger wanted to murder him, then Tyrion might really die quietly. He doesn't want to die yet.

The hound finally warned him: "If the Wolf Lady asks me to chop off your head, half-human, I won't hesitate."

Tyrion shrank his neck, feeling cold on the back of his neck, but he said, "Then please point your sword at your neck when you do it."

He wanted to add, "It's as easy to cut down a dwarf as it is to cut down a child. You have experience, don't you?", but the hound's attitude was a bit confusing to him now, so he swallowed his words.

The hound was well regarded by Arya, and he soon brought Tyrion to Arya's residence in the main castle. Tyrion only waited outside for a moment before being taken in by the guards.

Arya was sitting on a high seat in a large study room in the main castle, with hounds and a female knight of the Mormont family guarding her on both sides. A huge direwolf was lying on the table, looking extremely solemn under the firelight.

Tyrion swallowed, knowing that the little girl Duke was using this method to increase her deterrence.

But this deterrent is damn effective.

Just two tall knights, and a direwolf the size of a calf.

Arya asked: "Who comes to ask for an audience, a Lannister? Or a brother of the Night's Watch?"

Tyrion did not dare to be taken in by this girl, and replied: "A man who hopes to seek justice, find out the truth about the past, and clear his grievances greets you, Lord Stark."

"Justice, truth, injustice?"

"Allow me to be abrupt. About six years ago, Lady Catelyn of Winterfell accused me of paying for the murder of Bran Stark at the Crossroads Inn, and arrested me to the Eyrie. The trial by combat in the city was over, but the crime was still blamed on me by people from all over the Seven Kingdoms. Your Majesty, Lady Caitlin was at that time. It was claimed that the then Lord Treasurer Petyr Baelish identified the murder weapon as belonging to me, so he suspected me. Today I saw that Lord Baelish was also in Winterfell, so please do justice to me and let Baelish and me. Xi confronted me in court and proved that the murder weapon did not belong to me from the beginning, but it was Baelish's random accusation that made me suffer unjustly."

Tyrion only talked about his grievances and did not talk about the series of consequences that followed this incident.

"Are you sure your accusation is true?"

Arya had been a duke for a while, and she knew very well what kind of turmoil would result from what Tyrion said. Stark and Lannister, who had never dealt with each other, turned against each other. As a result, her father Eddard was injured in the leg by Jaime in King's Landing, and three loyal guards died as a result. Arya in the Riverlands saw it with her own eyes. The tragedy there. Countless hanged men died at the Crossroads Inn, and Arya remembered the skeletons that were eaten by crows.

"The gods in heaven and the people on earth bear witness that my accusation is true." Tyrion said firmly.

Arya responded: "I'll confirm."

Not long after, Littlefinger Petyr was invited to Arya's study.

As soon as he came in, Littlefinger was keenly aware of something wrong in the air, and asked carefully: "Duke Arya, I wonder why I was summoned here?"

Arya said coldly: "The reason why I invited you here is because someone accused you of frame-up, Lord Petyr."

"What?" Littlefinger said in surprise, "Your Majesty, the Duke, is trying to judge me?"

Arya replied: "Of course not, Your Majesty, I hope to get justice for you. You were accused as a guest in the Stark family's castle. Of course, I have to guarantee the reputation of the guest. The Stark family will not tolerate it the most. It is unfair, so I will never allow injustice to happen in the castle!"

Arya's voice was not loud, but it was loud. As if to cooperate with Arya's words, the direwolf Nymeria raised her head and looked at Petyr and Tyrion who were sitting down.

Petyr was calm and responded with a smile: "If this is Stark's way of hospitality."

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the door.

The study door opened and closed, the cold wind blew in and silence fell.

Sansa's voice came into the study before anyone else: "What happened, Arya?"

Arya couldn't help but pursed her lips and looked at the inner door of the study: "Sansa, why are you here?"

Sansa was not the only one coming, but behind her was Ser Lyn Corbray of the Vale.

Sansa asked in confusion: "What happened here? Can't I come?" As she said this, she seemed to say unintentionally, "There are so many people, it's so lively."

Tyrion looked at Littlefinger, who was smiling and careless, and realized that he might have guessed right this time. He couldn't help but look at Arya, who was sitting a little helplessly, and then glanced at the hound next to him, who was watching his nose and heart. He couldn't help but regret that he had been too reckless.

"Of course not," Arya explained. "Since you are here, let's listen together. Tyrion Lannister accused Lord Petyr Baelish of having framed him for the murder of Bran, causing his mother to put him to death. I represent the Stark family and will never allow the reputation of a guest in the castle to be smeared. This is also for Lord Baelish's benefit."

Sansa couldn't help but be startled when she heard Arya's words. She couldn't imagine that such words would come out of the mouth of her horse-faced girl who was always doing this and that.

After a while, Sansa looked at Littlefinger in confusion: "What? Is this happening?"

"What?" Littlefinger said with a speechless expression, "Tyrion, I really can't imagine that you came all the way to Winterfell to rest, and instead of taking a good rest, you came to make such boring accusations against me."

Tyrion knew that this kind of thing was just a matter of two lips: "You mean I framed you?"

"I never accused Lady Catelyn of murdering Bran, and I never asked Catelyn to capture you in the Eyrie," Littlefinger laughed dumbly, "I don't even know where you heard these outrageous news."

"Oh, please allow me to correct you, Lord Arya, Lady Sansa," Tyrion added, "Lord Petyr once told Lady Catelyn that the dagger that killed Bran belonged to me, making Lady Catelyn suspicious of me. Many people can testify to this, oh, Ser Lyn Corbray, I remember you, you were at the Eyrie trial, and I think you should have heard Lady Catelyn's testimony."

"Me?" Lynn Corbray didn't expect to have his own affairs. "Sorry, my memory is not very good, is it? I only remember that you chose trial by combat."

Tyrion was speechless for a moment.

"I see," Petyr glanced at everyone, his emotions unmoved, as if he had thought of something, "To be honest with the Duke and Miss Sansa, Lady Catelyn did go to King's Landing with this dagger and asked me to identify it. Lord Eddard was also there. I clearly remember telling them that this dagger once belonged to me. I lost the bet and fell into the hands of others. I made it clear at the time that I had no conclusive evidence to prove that it was Tyrion's thing. It would be great if Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn were still there. Can prove my words. If you think it was because of my uncertain words that Mrs. Caitlin misunderstood and arrested you, I apologize to you.

But why do Lady Catelyn and Lord Eddard suspect you and Lannister? Does Lord Tyrion have any clue? Lord Eddard is worried about the country and the people, so why would he doubt Lannister? I'm afraid there is something else besides this dagger, right? "

Tyrion retorted: "No, it's a lie. You told Catelyn that the dagger was the one I staked in the tourney. Ser Loras Tyrell defeated Jaime, the one you staked, in the tourney, and then lost the dagger to me." This is what Lady Catelyn said herself. Everyone knows that I will only suppress Jaime in a competition." He knew that Petyr's lying was as natural as breathing.

Petyr burst into laughter: "Did I offend you in some way, Tyrion? That made you go to such great lengths to frame me? Is it because you resented me for betraying the Lannister family and rescuing Lady Sansa from King's Landing?"

Sansa couldn't help but glance at Tyrion.

Damn it.

Tyrion knew that Littlefinger would mention this matter: "This is not the same thing. You planned to make Stark and Lannister fight, and take the opportunity to seize power and status. Lysa." He saw Littlefinger, and saw Linn Corbray, who was behind Sansa, suddenly thought about many things. "You have been eyeing the Vale for a long time. You and Lady Lysa have long been——"

"Hey, you little devil is really evil to the core." Littlefinger's eyes widened, "How evil can a person be to think that others are so evil and have such evil intentions?"

Tyrion finally realized how reckless he was, but if he didn't do this, should he wait for the killer to strike again, gamble that he could survive, and then pry open the killer's mouth?

At this time, a voice sounded: "Sorry to disturb everyone." An unexpected person leaned in from the side door of the study, "I also have a testimony here, which may be used as a reference."

Everyone in the study turned around and found that the person speaking was a tall female knight. She had been standing behind the door of the outer room of the study.

Brienne of Tarth.

Brienne walked into the study, nodded to Arya and Sansa on the high seat, and added: "I have heard the lady mention what the two talked about here, and as far as I know, Miss Sansa , the dagger they are talking about is in your hand, it is the relic of Lady Caitlin that you brought back."

Sansa pulled the dagger from her belt.

The keel handle, Valyrian steel, shone coldly in the candlelight of the study.

"Oh," Tyrion nodded, "that's it."

Littlefinger's eyes couldn't help but glance at Brienne, and then at Sansa. Obviously, it was Sansa who brought Brienne here, but Sansa kept her in the dark.

Why?

But Brienne added: "I'm sorry, as a personal guard, I shouldn't reveal the lady's private conversations, but this is about honesty, honor and the truth, and I can't sit idly by. Lord Petyr, you have asked Caitlin My lady, I swear to her that you will confront Tyrion Lannister when the time comes and prove that the dagger belongs to him. This seems to be different from what you are saying now."

Tyrion looked at the tall female rider who appeared behind Sansa and couldn't help but cheer for her.

Littlefinger said angrily: "You are responsible for what you say, Miss Brienne."

"Harwin can also testify."

"Is this happening?" Sansa looked like a girl who didn't understand anything. She asked Littlefinger first, "Is what Brienne said true?"

"Catelyn is always very excited, Miss Sansa, you should understand," Littlefinger couldn't understand Sansa's backstabbing at this moment, but he was still insisting, "I have to take responsibility for what I said, but I can explain, Caitlin, she—"

If only Sansa spoke up for him, everything would be fine.

"Is this the case?" But Sansa didn't care what he said, she just continued to ask, "Is there anything that came out of your mouth that wasn't a lie?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about, Lady Sansa?" He couldn't understand Sansa's behavior at this moment. Aren't they in the same boat?

Sansa asked him: "You betrayed my father, cheated on my mother, and cheated on me and my sister. What do you want from us Starks?"

Littlefinger spread his hands helplessly: "I am helping you on behalf of your Aunt Lysa, Miss Sansa, Lord Arya. What do you mean now? The hospitality of Winterfell is to question and accuse without evidence? "

"Lord Petyr," Arya was a little confused about the situation, but she still said the same thing, "Winterfell is giving justice to its guests. It's just that your words are inconsistent. Can I trust you?" What to say?"

Littlefinger shook his head with a sad expression: "Your father never trusted me, how could I betray him? I have never deceived Caitlin, but she may have misinterpreted the information I gave her. Miss Brienne, this Why didn't you mention that Mrs. Caitlin asked you to draw your sword and kill me? If Caitlin wasn't in a state of emotion and wanted to kill me, how could I have said those words to appease her?"

"This" Brienne said with a straight face, "I'm just telling the truth."

Littlefinger sighed and shook his head: "Lies, if you think everything I say is a lie, then I think I am wrong no matter how I defend myself. I have nothing to say."

Sansa's expression was as uncomfortable as constipation. She obviously underestimated Littlefinger's cheek.

Tyrion did not have too strong fluctuations. From a certain perspective, Littlefinger had already admitted defeat, but he lacked solid evidence and witness testimony to accuse the stubborn opponent.

As a lord, Arya had a biased answer in her heart, but in the end it was just a verbal confrontation without any solid evidence, and her reputation as a Stark would be ruined. The forces in Winterfell are complicated, and the city lord is not in the north right now.

Littlefinger seemed to be aroused with indignation and said politely: "Tyrion Lannister's accusation has seriously damaged my reputation and honor. Duke Arya, if you cannot make a fair judgment, all the gods in heaven will be punished." God will restore my innocence and justice, and I ask to be judged by combat with Him.”

Hearing this, Tyrion's eyes widened for a moment. This was exactly the same as the method he used to prepare himself for the last stand.