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  Samwell and Margaery shared the food on the same plate from beginning to end, which looked extremely sweet and attracted many envious eyes.

  At this time, the musicians began to play, and Margaery put her hand in Samwell\'s, and said with a smile:

   "Honey, it\'s time for us to lead the dance!"

  Samwell wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up happily, and walked into the center of the hall with his wife.

  The guests joined in one after another.

   "Do you remember the first time we danced?" Margaery leaned on her husband\'s arms with a sweet smile on her face.

   "Of course I remember." Samwell also smiled, "It was at the Tower of Towering. Someone robbed you of your dance partner and almost made you miss the first dance."

   "Then my knight came to the rescue."

   "That\'s my pleasure."

   "And by the way, he also deceived many refugees from the Tyrell family."

  Sam Well choked for a moment.

  Margaery deliberately put on an angry look: "Hmph, I asked my grandfather, the agreement you signed with the Hightower family is not an exclusive supply agreement at all."

  Samwell laughed: "But you still helped me get the power of attorney from the Duke of Mace."

"It\'s not easy for you to develop in the Crimson Mountains." Margaery also giggled, "Grandmother laughed at me at the time, saying that I would be fooled by you for all my savings sooner or later. I didn\'t expect that now , everyone was tricked by you."

   "How can it be called cheating." Samwell yelled aggrieved, "I have always treated people with sincerity."

  Margaery laughed even wider.

  Samwell embraced her in his arms, let the music lead him, immersed in the dance steps, in the bagpipe and harp playing, in the rhythm of drums...

   Soon, the song ended and they had to change their partners.

Samwell took the hand of his mother-in-law, Mrs. Ellie Hightower, into the dance floor. Taking the opportunity of dancing, the Duchess whispered in Samwell\'s ear that pregnant women should not travel long distances, and that Margaery is more used to being tall. The climate and diet of the family and the like.

  The purpose is actually to let the daughter give birth in High Court.

  How could Samwell agree to this request, so he politely perfunctory a few words, but did not agree.

   Afterwards, his dancing partner was replaced by Mrs. Tanya Merryweather. The big-eyed and black-haired Myrish beauty danced so captivatingly and provocatively that it attracted the attention of many men in the hall.

   Next, Samwell also invited his mother, and then his sister Tara.

   "Brother, I really want to get married too!" Tara announced with a blushing face.

  Samwell thought that Tara was almost an adult, so he asked with a smile:

   "Oh? Which knight do you like?"

  Ta stretched his finger, then quickly withdrew it.

   I really have a goal. Samwell looked over, and then saw Cheeman Huya standing on the sidelines, exuding the aura of keeping strangers away.

   "Che... Cheeman?"

   "Yeah. He\'s so cool."

  Samwell was speechless for a while.

   "Brother, is he your knight? Isn\'t he very brave on the battlefield? He must have made the enemy fearful, right?"

   "It really scares the enemy..."

  Tara\'s eyes became brighter, and she begged: "Brother, let him invite me for the next song."

   "He\'s a savage and can\'t dance." Samwell found an excuse.

   "It\'s okay, I can teach him." The younger sister was quite persistent.

  Samwell had no choice but to lie: "Actually, Sir Cheeman is already engaged, so you might as well change your target."

   "I see, that\'s fine." Tara was suddenly a little disappointed.

   Fortunately, the love of an adolescent girl is like a gust of wind, which comes and goes quickly. Under the encouragement of Samwell, Tara soon became interested in a knight of the storm.

   That was Sir Bruce Buckler of the Bronze Gate City.

  This person has sworn allegiance to Samwell, and the Copper Gate City, as the gateway of Storm\'s End, has a very important status. It is in the interest of the Caesar family to marry this person with his sister.

   When the music ended, someone shouted:

   "Is it time to build a new house!"

   Samwell frowned.

  He has always resisted this wedding custom in Westeros.

  Because these nobles will really make a lot of trouble.

The male nobles would strip the bride naked together, making loud and rude jokes, describing what she was about to face, and the ladies would do the same to the groom. Together, sent to the wedding room.

  Samwell certainly didn\'t want his wife to be undressed by another man, and he himself was not in the mood to play this kind of game with the Tyrell family.

  So, when everyone at the scene started agitating, Samwell immediately stepped forward, picked up his wife by the waist, and rushed to the door.

   "Caesar is in a hurry!" Earl Matus Rowan yelled, "Stop him quickly! He still hasn\'t taken off his clothes!"

  Margaery was also taken aback by her husband\'s actions, but she didn\'t resist.

   She actually didn’t like the custom of building a new house, but she didn’t want to spoil everyone’s interest, so she untied his bow tie in Samwell’s arms, threw it to the chasing crowd, and said with a smile:

   "It\'s taking off, it\'s taking off."

   "The bride takes off her skirt, and the groom takes off her trousers!" The musicians began to clamor, singing a romantic song.

  The guests surrounded him with laughter, trying to stop Samwell.

  Unfortunately, Samwell ran too fast, they couldn\'t stop them, only Loras grabbed Samwell\'s sleeve.

  But Samwell didn\'t slow down at all, and with a bang, his sleeves were ripped off.

   Fortunately, he has already rushed out of the banquet hall with his wife in his arms.

  The crowd is still chasing after, yelling:

   "The men of Caesar\'s family are all eagles, they run fast!"

   "Could it be an eagle between the legs? Do you want to stimulate it with bugs?"

   "Sure enough, it is a fast eagle, but it will slow down later!"

  Samwell ran to the wedding room without looking back.

   In order not to disappoint everyone, Margaery was still tearing at the man\'s clothes and throwing the pieces to the crowd behind him, causing bursts of screams and laughter.

  Finally ran into the wedding room, Samwell quickly closed the door to keep those overly excited guys out.

   But they still shouted:

   "Caesar is about to attack the city!"

   "I heard that the gates of the women of Rose\'s family are quite strong!"

   "Caesar wants to help?"

   "We can push the battering ram for you! Hahaha..."

  …

   Margaery laughed so hard in her husband\'s arms that she could hardly breathe.

  Samwell smiled on his face, but not in his heart.

  This festive and hilarious atmosphere is in stark contrast to his cold heart, real and absurd.

  Is this the first wedding in my previous life?

  The murderous intent hidden in the joy seems to have really killed something in Samwell\'s heart.

  It made him suddenly realize that although he changed his name to Caesar, he was not really ready to become Caesar yet.

  Even though he has become a big lord now, deep down in his heart he is still the wine merchant in his previous life.

   Some are clever, petty philistines, petty tricks, and a little naive.

   Such a mentality may be enough to become a lord in this world, but it is far from enough to ascend the Iron Throne.

   And it is impossible for him to be a small lord in peace now.

  He has joined this Game of Thrones, and the only way to quit is to die.

   If he does not want to die, he must become Caesar,

   The real Caesar.

   "Sam, what\'s wrong with you?" Margaery noticed something strange about the man.

   "It\'s nothing, I just can\'t believe I actually married you."

   "Yes, you married me." Margaret smiled again, "You married the Rose of Highgarden."

   "From now on, you are no longer the Rose of Highgarden," Samwell declared, "but Caesar\'s wife."

   "It\'s so overbearing." Margaret said angrily, but then she giggled again, "Okay, I\'m Caesar\'s wife."

  Samwell hugged her to the bed, and gently took off the long skirt that was already in pieces.

  Margaery also fell silent, wrapped her arms around the man\'s arm, and pulled him towards her.

   Lips touch.

  The uproar outside the wedding room, together with the conspiracy and murder, became distant together.

  …

  The night was dark.

  The high court became quiet again.

  Margaery had fallen asleep in her husband\'s arms, but Samwell was not.

  He gently moved his wife aside, got up, put on his coat, and went out.

  The night breeze was slightly cool, the cold moonlight shone on the courtyard, and a few insects could be vaguely heard chirping in the garden.

  Samwell walked along the deserted path to Earl Landau\'s residence, and then his father was standing in the courtyard, as if he knew he would come.

   "Can\'t sleep?"

   "Well, father, you too?"

   "I guessed that you wouldn\'t be able to sleep."

  Samwell felt a warm feeling in his heart, stepped forward to stand side by side with Earl Landau, and softly recounted the information he had obtained from Horace Redwyne by disguising himself as an inflatable fish.

  Earl Randall was expressionless after hearing this:

   "This is expected. Since Mrs. Olenna wants to attack you, she will definitely attack you. Never expect the mercy of the enemy."

   "Yes. At the banquet today, Madam Olenna reminded me not to go to Sunspear to attend the coronation ceremony, but to choose a small island in the Sea of ​​Dorne..."

"It seems that she really wants you to go to the coronation ceremony." Earl Landau sneered, "I can probably guess her plan. When you recognized Myrcella Baratheon as Queen, Not only will he not be canonized by the Duke of Storm\'s End, but he will be accused of regicide by the other party.

   This way, she can justifiably execute you, and the Tyrells don\'t have to get their hands dirty. Margaery can also take over your territory logically, and even the heirs born in the future can take over your dragon. "

  Samwell nodded silently, his eyes flickering fiercely.

   Earl Randall frowned slightly when he saw this, thinking that his son had murderous intentions, so he persuaded:

"Don\'t be impulsive. The Tyrell family is your lord. Even if Mrs. Olenna wants to kill you, you can\'t do anything to them before they do anything bad to you, otherwise you will reputation is ruined."

  Samwell let out a long breath: "Don\'t worry, father, I won\'t mess around."

"I still recommend it before." Earl Randall said, "Your best choice now is to take Margaery and return to Storm\'s End. Although there is no duke title, it will be a bit troublesome to get the nobles of the Stormlands to submit sincerely, but it is still possible. Not entirely impossible.

  As for that **** coronation ceremony, you don\'t have to bother with it at all. As long as you don\'t recognize Myrcella as queen, Lady Olenna will have nothing to do with you, unless she has the ability to mobilize an army to attack Storm\'s End. "

  Samwell shook his head slowly: "No, I won\'t let the Tyrell family go so easily. I can\'t do it myself, but I can use the hands of others."

   "Borrow whose hand?"

   "Rebels."

   "Rebels? You mean the Deer Party?"

   "That\'s right, don\'t forget, Vilas and Garland are still in their hands. What we have to do is to make the Deer Party truly become rebels!"

  Earl Randall was thoughtful, and when he was about to ask carefully, he heard his son say again:

   "Also, I will still go to the coronation."

   Earl Randall frowned: "What are you going to do? You don\'t really want to crown Myrcella, do you?"

   "Of course not." Caesar said,

   "I\'m going to crown myself."