The fireplace in the bedroom where Sansa Stark was imprisoned was cold, and Sansa could only sit on the floor closest to the ashes to keep warm, bent her long legs and rolled up, and every move was accompanied by the sound of iron shackles.

She couldn't understand why she was suddenly accused of murdering Joffrey. Although she hated the perverted little king, she didn't have the courage to really poison Joffrey.

There is no doubt that he was trying to murder the king, and he was sure that this was not done by the little demon who had been judged before.

Losing the warmth of the fireplace, Sansa calmed down and began to recall everything about the Purple Gold wedding that day.

Gradually, she suddenly came to an astonishing conclusion that Little Finger Petir Berisch was the culprit in the killing of Emperor Joe.

When Emperor Qiao died, the drunkard Tang once wanted to take her away from the banquet, but was stopped by the Queen of Thorns. Then she found that the fake ancestral necklace she was carrying was missing a gem.

All the details point to the Queen of Thorns and Littlefinger.

Just as she thought of this, a man suddenly pushed open the door that locked her bedroom under the escort of the golden robe and walked in.

The person who came was Little Finger Petir Berrysch.

The golden robe quickly left and turned around and closed the door heavily.

Sansa looked at the little finger that appeared in surprise, "Why are you?"

Petir Berryshe glanced at Sansa, who was holding her knees and her face was frozen, and she replied. "Mrs. Cersei asked me to take you away from King's Landing first to save your life. She wanted you to be the queen of Toman, but before that, she needed time to help you clear your charges."

"That vicious queen mother sent you to rescue me?"

"Yes, go to the Eagle's Nest in the Valley." Petir Berrisch was not curious about the Queen Mother Sansa's curse. He shrugged and reached out to touch Sansa's shoulder.

Shansa, who had already understood all this, avoided the little finger's robbery and sneered at the rescue. She glared at the little finger and said angrily: "You can treat me as a fool, you killed Joffrey, you are the real murderer. It's ridiculous that the stupid and vicious queen mother actually believed you."

A hint of surprise flashed across Petir Berrysse's face.

Then he smiled and admitted generously, "Yes, it's me, but this does not prevent Queen Mother Cersei from trusting me, because she believes that the little demon who killed Joffrey."

"What if I accuse you on Judgment Day tomorrow? I will tell everyone everything, Drunkard Don and the necklace, and your recognition now."

"You may not have a judgment," Petir Berrisch declared contemptuously, "Tywin and the people of the High Court want to die, so you will not have a judgment, only a judgment."

Sansa looked at each other gloomyly.

Petir Berrisch smiled, "Even if you have the opportunity to say everything, don't say if anyone wants to believe it, let alone... Even if everyone believes in your statement, don't forget that the necklace is carried around your neck from beginning to end, and one of the gems actually contains poison, so you are the perpetrator of the murder."

"No, I'm not." Sansa argued loudly.

Petir Berrysh stepped forward and stroked Sansa's hair, allowing Sans, who were trembling due to fear or freezing, to calm down slowly.

Just at this moment, Sansa Stark looked at the huge Gripen passing by the windowsill behind him through his little finger.

Sansa's pupils suddenly magnified.

When the Golden Pig landed in the Red Fort Garden, Lin En jumped off the back of the Gripen and came to the garden, and was stunned.

Lin En looked at the cup in front of her, her eyes were a little dull, and her hands were trembling slightly, and her beautiful and charming.

He seemed to be worried that the cup in the girl's hand would suddenly slide down because of the swaying little hand. Lynn reached out to hold the cup politely for her, "Madam, are you okay?"

Lynn's voice was magnetic, her outstretched arms were strong and gentle, and the little rose felt warmth at his fingertips, and even Lynn's man's breath could be smelled between his lips.

She almost fell asleep, but fortunately she woke up quickly.

She looked at the golden pig lazily behind her, catching a lion-haired pig behind her, and said the first sentence to the stranger Lynn with a reserved face, "My name is Margaret Tyriel, who is your priest?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Meigui secretly scolded her for being stupid, and even took the lead in reporting her home to an uninvited guest.

Seeing that the woman's little hand stopped trembling, Lin En let go of her delicate hand, pulled her hand back, turned around and looked around, and found that she was the only one in the huge garden, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

After hearing Xiao Meigui's own report, he smiled and looked back on her face, "Golden Rose in Gaoting, I'm very happy to know you. You are more beautiful than the rumored ones."

Little Rose closed her eyes hard, turned her head away, and was reluctant to move her eyes away from Lynn's face.

For the first time in her life, she felt shy after being praised by a man, and she seemed to be a little girl saying angrily: "What kind of rose, it's just a Tyriar."

As she said that, she opened her eyes and stared at Lynn and looked at the fur-catching Gripen, "Where did you come from? I have never seen you in King's Landing, nor have I seen a lion that can fly."

Lynn looked at Little Rose and left nothing else. The woman's whole body exuded a budding beauty, accelerating her outstanding appearance, and any man could easily indulge in her unique beauty.

Seeing that Lynn did not answer, he stared at herself quietly. Little Rose was led by the Queen of Thorns for many years, making me feel like I have seen many men and women. However, when the naked eyes looked over, Margaret Tyriel still felt red and a little uneasy.

The young lord riding under the Gripen kept saying that he was coming to King's Land to rescue Stark, but just now he was attracted by a beautiful rose. A big Gripen stopped in the garden courtyard of the Red Fort, staring at his master. Without knowing it, he reached out and climbed onto a strange woman's bun, and immediately flapped his wings and blew down countless flowers and plants in the garden.

Feeling that Lynn was holding his ears, the little rose whose entire ear was red, trying hard to restrain his emotions.

This feeling of not knowing what was wrong came too suddenly, and she was a little panicked. Even when facing Queen Mother Cersei, who was of high status and the leader of the women of the seven countries, she dared to face it calmly, and even spoke sarcastic words and suppressed the other party at the right time.

But for some reason, she felt helpless about the man who suddenly appeared.

Just as the girl was about to fall and could hardly control herself, outside the tall and carved wooden door of the Hongbao Garden Gate, there were sounds of iron boots stepping on each other.

An imperial guard knocked on the wooden door and shouted, "Miss Tyriel, have you ever seen thieves invading?"

Little Rose, who had always lowered her head, suddenly woke up and asked Lin En in a deep voice: "Are you not a guest of Red Fort?"

Lynn smiled and, in the surprised expression of Little Rose, regardless of the beauty's cry, picked him up and carried him to the back of the Gripen with his shoulders and said, "My name is Lynn Rothschild, I'm from the North. Let's talk differently."
Chapter completed!