Tyrion rubbed his big face with his small hands, and perked up, saying, "Jaime, this is what happened…"
Tyrion, always eloquent, concisely explained the whole matter to Jaime.
After listening, Jaime recalled the conspiracy against Cersei that Greene had analyzed for him earlier, and his heart stirred. "Tyrion, you're smarter than me. Can you guess why Littlefinger wants to create conflict between Cersei and Jon?"
Jaime's question was very natural. He had taken Greene's advice, or rather, he was a man who kept his word and had no intention of revealing the conspiracy against Cersei to others.
Jaime would not reveal the conspiracy against Cersei to outsiders; he would investigate it secretly.
Tyrion slapped his thigh, immediately energized. "At first, even I didn't understand why Petyr would do this, but Greene helped me figure it out. That young man is truly intelligent. If only I weren't so short, I would have kissed him on the spot."
Jaime looked at his brother, who couldn't be serious for more than three seconds, with a helpless smile. "I suggest you give up. From what I know of him, that kind of behavior would definitely ruin your friendship."
Tyrion grinned widely.
Jaime patted Tyrion's back. "What did little Greene say?"
Tyrion cleared his throat and sobered up. "Littlefinger's target should be Duke Jon, who values him most. Everyone knows the Old Duke's health is very poor."
Doubt appeared in Jaime's eyes.
Tyrion continued, "You also know my older sister's personality. She has long been disgusted with Duke Jon, and King Robert is not at the Red Keep. Who can stop her from making a scene?"
Cersei was a little willful; Jaime had to agree.
"My older sister won't show the Old Duke any mercy just because of his old age. As a result, Duke Jon's health problems will be further exacerbated by Cersei's provocation."
Hearing this, Jaime had almost guessed Petyr's purpose. "Is Petyr after Jon's power?"
Tyrion nodded. "Duke Jon trusts Petyr, who is also from the Vale, the most. His health doesn't allow him to handle government affairs as he used to. The less he can handle government affairs himself, the more he will have to rely on that seemingly loyal and reliable Earl Sheepshit."
Jaime's eyes held a hint of indifference. "A ridiculous conspiracy, and it harmed Cersei."
Tyrion said in a deep voice, "Yes, Lannister always pays his debts, so I unhesitatingly gave Petyr's location to Greene. With Petyr's shrewdness, he will definitely guess it was me."
Jaime patted Tyrion's small shoulder. "Well done, Tyrion."
Tyrion leaned closer to Jaime. "Greene will meet with Duke Jon this morning. We still need to find a way to keep it from Cersei, lest Cersei and Duke Jon clash, and the matter escalates and can't be hidden from King Robert."
Jaime thought for a moment and said, "Don't you think it would be better for Greene to avoid them for a while?"
Tyrion shrugged. "Greene is essentially a knight like you. He told me the best defense is offense. Language is truly amazing; he instantly convinced me."
Tyrion continued with a grin, "I think Littlefinger and Greene's night talk must have been very pleasant. You can trust him."
Knights never fear; Jaime very much agreed with Greene's viewpoint.
"Jaime, you'll have to handle my older sister Cersei."
Jaime thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, there's a way. Princess Myrcella has always wanted to learn a few hairstyles from Cersei. Recently, Cersei has been in a good mood and very patient. Today is the perfect time."
Tyrion grinned and said, "My poor niece, usually her mother lacks a bit of patience for these things. Myrcella will be excited all day."
Jaime smiled and shook his head. "Cersei won't have any free time all morning. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on it."
Jaime, who had planned to leave, suddenly stopped. "Tyrion, what are you planning to do later?"
Tyrion was puzzled. "Go back to sleep, of course. They're still in bed. I want to continue our intimacy."
Dream on. Jaime's eyes flickered, and he said seriously, "I'm still a bit uneasy. Crab Claw Point holds a deep grudge against Duke Jon."
Jaime's expression was serious, and Tyrion nodded in agreement, dazed.
"I'll assign you a batch of Red Cloaks, just in case. No matter what happens, protect Greene's safety first, and wait for me to arrive."
… … … … … … … …
Red Keep, Prime Minister's Tower.
Greene submitted Duke Jon's invitation to the Prime Minister's Tower guard.
The guard carefully checked the invitation, informed Greene to go to the study on the second floor, and stepped aside.
Greene left Mondon and Angai outside and entered the Prime Minister's Tower.
"Good day, Baron Green Kleber."
At this moment, Greene had already passed through the spacious hall of the Prime Minister's Tower and reached the stairs.
A strange voice with a subtle tone made Greene stop.
A bald, wide-bodied figure in a loose robe, with hands clasped, appeared from the side of the stairs into Greene's line of sight.
Varys? Greene raised an eyebrow and placed his hand on his chest, saying, "Good day, my lord."
Varys slowly approached. "The wisdom shining in your eyes tells me that you have recognized my identity."
Greene nodded slightly. "Forgive my presumption, I specifically inquired about the important figures in the Red Keep, Lord Varys."
Varys nodded with a full smile. "Being willing to familiarize oneself in a strange place is an excellent habit."
Varys's gaze was very friendly. "Although I am honored that Baron Green classifies me as an important figure, I still want to defend myself. Here, I am just a humble nobody. They only pay me more attention when they need me; otherwise, they maintain a polite distance."
Greene smiled. "I can probably guess why."
"Oh?"
Varys showed appropriate curiosity, as if very interested in Greene's upcoming answer.
Greene deliberately lowered his voice. "They are guilty. Don't forget your position, Master of Whisperers."
Varys smiled happily. "That truly is a wonderful answer."
Greene smiled without speaking.
Varys politely scrutinized Greene. "Baron Green, I just came out of Duke Jon's study and spoke with him about you."
Before Greene could answer, Varys added, "Lord Petyr, as Master of Coin, does not have a complete understanding of some matters. I fulfilled my duty, and as Master of Whisperers, I completed the intelligence for Duke Jon."
Greene's heart stirred, and he said, "Thank you. Because of Lord Varys's diligence, perhaps the meeting with the King's Hand will be much easier?"
Varys nodded. "It was always meant to be a pleasant meeting, Baron Green."
"I truly sympathize with Miss Leanna Clayburgh's grievances. If you have the chance, please convey my blessings."
Having said that, Varys slightly turned his body and extended a hand towards the stairs. "Go now, Baron, do not keep Duke Jon waiting too long. We shall meet again next time."