Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day Chapter 201

Chapter 201 The Temptation of Jenny (recommended must-read)

 “Rhaenaela!”

Viserys murmured, sweating for the situation his eldest son was about to face.

 In the cheerful music, many dance partners became ambiguous.

 “Oh~~”

 Jenny let out a low cry and was stepped on again.

Rhaegar's face was expressionless, and he was too lazy to say "sorry".

 “Don't worry, dance with your heart.”

 Jenny smiled reluctantly and was a little sweaty.

If she hadn't experienced it herself, it would be really difficult for her to combine the person in front of her with the lonely back covered in blood.

Jenny hesitated for a moment and then persuaded: "Rhaenyra, let's go take a rest?"

Walking to Viserys, Jeyne showed an elegant demeanor and asked.

Rhaenyra snorted coldly, turned to Rhaegar, and reprimanded: "You're worthless!"

"forget it."

 For a moment, she dared not face Rhaenyra.

“Your Majesty, what do you think of my request to join the Imperial Council as an assistant?”

Facing her gaze, Jenny felt murderous intent and silently took a step back.

Hutching her heaving chest, Jenny smoothed her thoughts and looked at the king on the throne.

Stepping out of the dancing crowd, Jenny's heart was beating fast, and nervous and exciting emotions surrounded her heart.

Rhaenyra walked to her side, pulled Rhaegar behind her, and stared at Jeyne.

 “Jenny, maybe you should change your dance partner.”

 He agreed to Jeyne's request to stay in King's Landing.

The steps under his feet were messy, showing no sign of flexibility during battle.

Rhaenyra hugged his waist, forcing Rhaegar to put his hands on her waist, and said forcefully: "If you dare to step on me while you are dancing, I will chop off your toes."

Rhaegar and Jeyne looked at each other at the same time.

 But neither party made it clear, and the meaning of the exchange was implicit.

 “Rhaegar!”

"Shut up!"

 She understood that this might be the so-called guilty conscience.

Rhaenyra scolded, grabbed a waiter who was serving wine, pointed at the wine glass on the tray, and threatened: "If you say one more word, I will pour red wine on your white dress."

 Let alone Janey, as fearless as he was, she was also afraid of Rhaenyra in this state.

 This is a small prerequisite for the marriage between the two parties.

It's really ungentlemanly to step on two ladies in a row.

Rhaegar could see that she was angry and didn't want her to make an irrational decision.

 She did bring up Rhaegar's marriage as Allison said.

Rhaegar moved stiffly, holding one hand around Jenny's waist and stroking her back with the other.

Rhaenyra put Rhaegar's hand on her waist and said with a fake smile: "If you want to learn to dance, I will teach you."

At this moment, Rhaenyra was like a lioness protecting her cubs, exuding a fierce aura.

 Jenny chose to follow her heart, turned around and left.

 Look at his brows, they are almost wrinkled into a knot.

Even if it is unsuccessful, it will not damage the face of both parties.

Viserys glanced sideways at the eldest son who was dancing tremblingly, and smiled brightly: "No problem, you can learn a lot at the Royal Council."

 Jenny was startled and obediently covered her mouth.

Rhaegar looked innocent and did not dare to talk back.

Rhaenyra's cold voice came.

Rhaegar quickly cooperated and whispered encouragement.

“Okay, okay, calm down first.”

 If there is no progress with Rhaegar, let's start with profit.

 He just wants the music to end quickly so he can go back and eat the unfinished grapes.

 The rest depends on whether Rhaegar has feelings for Jeyne.

  Rhaegar was not Rhaenyra.

His marriage partner did not need a powerful background like Rhaenyra did.

 To a certain extent, he wanted to respect Rhaegar's personal wishes.

 Jenny heard the implication and found a seat to sit down.

Her eyes fell on Allison next to Viserys.

Rhaenyra ignored her invitation to Rhaegar to dance at first.

　　Someone must be causing trouble.

Allison tilted his head and whispered to her husband: "Viserys, the children have grown up and they should prepare for the marriage."

 When you receive benefits, you have to do things.

Viserys glanced at him and said, "I promised Rhaenyra that she would decide on her own marriage."

 “You know, I'm talking about Rhaegar and Aegon.”

Allison obviously didn't want her husband to change the subject, so she continued: “Both boys are old, it's time to find a good match.”

“I remember that Uncle Qin's family has a daughter who plans to marry into the royal family?”

Viserys subconsciously thought that Allison wanted to benefit the family.

“No, there are many girls to be married in Westeros, not just the Hightowers.”

Allison leaned close to her husband's ear and whispered: "How about Aegon marrying Jeyne?"

Viserys was stunned for a moment and looked at his wife in surprise.

 Blinked his eyes and suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahaha, you really know how to tell jokes, Allison!"

 Looked at the dignified and generous Jane, and then looked at Aegon who was drinking in the corner.

Viserys couldn't help but laugh.

　　 Regardless of whether the identities of the two match.

Even if he drank too much, he was not stupid enough to arrange a marriage for his second son to be a guardian of the realm.

 The second son misled the country.

 This is a hundred times greater than the impact that Rhaenyra, a woman, had on the crown prince.

Looking at her husband's unabashed ridicule, Allison's face darkened and he said quietly: "What about Rhaegar and Jane's marriage?"

 “Is the joke over?”

Viserys did not answer directly, but glanced at Jenny's expression vaguely.

 Jenny suddenly stood up and said apologetically: "I'm too drunk, so I'm going to leave now."

 “Take some rest, Lady Jane.”

Viserys is politely concerned.

Jenny smiled, and out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Rhaegar walking out of the dance floor and leaving the banquet hall.

 She didn't hear what Allison said. According to the agreement between the two, Allison would help her raise the issue of marriage.

 She should avoid it.

 After dancing, Rhaegar returned to his seat and could finally take a breath.

 He vowed never to be asked to dance again.

He was afraid that Rhaenyra would chop off his toes.

As if sensing his thoughts, Rhaenyra glanced at him with an unkind expression.

"Uh...I'm tired. Let's go back and rest first."

Rhaegar couldn't stand her look and stood up angrily.

He also had to deal with the peace envoys sent by Dorne and needed to recuperate and collect taxes.

 “Go to bed early.”

Rhaenyra reminded softly, watching his back disappear around the corner.

 In the dim corridor, the oil lamps on the walls reflected a dim light.

Rhaegar walked slowly, reviewing what happened at the banquet and coming to a conclusion.

 Jenny came for him.

 “Rhaegar.”

There was a call from behind, and Jenny stood in front of a door, looking at him in embarrassment.

Rhaegar looked at her with a questioning look in his eyes.

Jenny pointed to the room in the door, a hint of fear appeared on her face, and said weakly: "There is a mouse in the room, a big one."

He paused and said, "The attendants are all in the hall. Can you take a look at them for me?"

Rhaegar's eyes flickered, analyzing whether her words were true or false.

 After spending a month hanging out with Lanino, he gained a lot of knowledge.

For example, if a man lures a beautiful woman into a house with him, he will say that there is a fire-breathing dragon in the house.

That's what Lanino said.

He used this method to sleep with several "beautiful men."

　　After pondering for a while, looking at Jenny's increasingly disappointed eyes, Rhaegar sighed: "You win, I'll go in."

Jenny is a guest after all, and she is still a bloodline of his maternal ancestors.

 Emotions and reasons cannot be ignored.

 There are indeed a lot of rats in the Red Fort.

　　It is so rampant that people sleep in their rooms and rats sleep in their arms.

 He was scratched by a mouse when he was a child.

"Thanks."

 Jenny quickly thanked her and let her out of the door.

Rhaegar glanced around. The room was dark, with only the flickering light of the fireplace.

 Walking into the house, he lit the tallow candles hanging on the wall one by one.

 “Where is the mouse?”

Rhaegar looked around, looking for signs of mice.

 Jenny didn't reply, and the door slammed shut.

Rhaegar's ears twitched slightly and he turned around immediately.

 A soft body just jumped into his arms and hugged his waist tightly.

Just as he was about to speak, a warm touch blocked his mouth, and a fragrant tongue pried his lips apart.

Rhaegar's head was buzzing and his eyes widened.

 In sight, was Jenny's red cheeks.

　　Not only is it noble and elegant in the past, but it also adds a bit of charm.

Blood surged, and Rhaegar did not break free immediately.

The passion lasted for a while, and the two slowly separated.

 The two chests were pressed together, feeling each other's heavy breathing.

Jenny's face turned red, she went to unbutton Rhaegar's clothes with both hands, and whispered: "Stay here tonight, okay?"

Rhaegar held her hand, struggling fiercely in his heart to hold on to his rationality: "You shouldn't waste your time on me."

 Speaking, trying to separate the distance.

 “Rhaegar, you are a thief.”

Jenny moved forward, stretched her hands behind her back, and said stubbornly: "You saved me and also stole my heart."

As the words fell, the white dress also fell with it.

 The skirt is stuck at the waist, and a pair of snow peaks stand proudly.

Rhaegar's breath was shortened by the sudden scenery, and desire filled his eyes.

 Dazzlingly white, wealthy and generous.

Jenny opened her arms, hooked her hands around Rhaegar's neck, and said passionately: "Rhaega, stay here tonight, the valley and I are yours."

  Counting on the hesitant King and the ulterior Alisson is obviously an incorrect decision.

 After seeing Rhaenyra's reaction, she decided to strike first.

 Abandon redundant tricks and intrigues, and act simply and neatly.

Rhaegar stared directly at Jenny, his face reflected through her pupils.

 He admitted that his heart was shamefully moved.

As long as he agrees, he can achieve a double harvest of beauty and power.

How many people can refuse?

Jenny was also looking at Rhaegar, with much more desire than him.

 She was 3 years older than Rhaenyra and 11 years older than Rhaegar.

In the past, she could not secure her position as duchess and did not dare to talk about marriage.

Zhan Sifu can soothe her lonely soul, but it cannot satisfy her body.

 She is waiting for a suitable candidate to become her husband.

At the bank exchange meeting when Rhaegar was 6 years old, she took a fancy to the boy at first sight.

As time passed, Rhaegar grew up.

 She wants the other person to be her husband.

Seeing that Rhaegar didn't speak, Janey stood on tiptoes, her red lips slightly opened, and slowly approached.

"No!"

At the critical moment, Rhaegar suddenly woke up and pushed Jenny away who was breathing heavily.

Under Janey's shocked eyes, Rhaegar took off his coat and put it on her body, speaking quickly: "Thank you for your kindness, but I am loyal to my heart."

 After saying that, he quickly opened the door and left.

The door closed with a bang.

Rhaegar faced the corridor and bumped into a limp body.

 (End of this chapter)

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