Ah—"
Cersei Lannister screamed, jumping high.
Although Septa Unella tried her best to maintain order on both sides of the crowd, she ultimately couldn't stop the harassment from the drunkards of King's Landing.
Cersei Lannister had never suffered such humiliation.
At this moment, her tears mixed with the dirt on her face, flowing down, salty like the seawater flowing on the Iron Islands.
She was not crying in repentance for her crimes, but for her misfortune.
She was naked, all her hair shaved off by the High Sparrow, exposed naked before all the people of King's Landing.
"Bang!"
Before Cersei Lannister could react, the bachelor who hadn't had the chance to taste the queen's flavor deliberately smashed a wine bottle on the path of the Walk of Atonement.
Looking at the ground full of sharp fragments, Cersei Lannister dared not hesitate.
She was afraid that if she hesitated for a second, more hostile people would chase after her.
The next moment, Cersei Lannister gritted her teeth, stepping directly onto the fragments with her tender white feet, leaving shocking bloodstains.
"Mother!"
The big boy, now demoted to Joffrey Waters, watched from a distance with tears in his eyes.
But in his anger, he was only angry for a moment.
He did not have the courage to confront the enraged populace, nor did he dare to violate the royal decree issued by the new king, Viserys Targaryen.
And behind a street-facing window, Tyrion Waters watched with a heavy heart the snow-white figure stumbling through the filth below.
"Sister!"
The Imp murmured, his eyes filled with tears.
Although Cersei Lannister had repeatedly blamed Tyrion Waters for their mother's death, and had countless times humiliatingly called him 'Imp,' and wished countless times for him to disappear from this world.
Ultimately, this was still the family Tyrion Waters recognized!
Looking at the schadenfreude on the faces of the people of King's Landing, Tyrion Waters felt an immense sadness.
If they could humiliate House Lannister today, would they repeat the trick tomorrow, transforming into the mob of King's Landing to humiliate the Targaryen Family?
Complex flames flickered in the Imp's eyes: pity, anger, and a great sorrow for a shared fate.
Meanwhile, in the dungeon where Tywin Lannister was imprisoned in King's Landing, he could see this scene clearly through the iron bars.
This was a viewing spot specially arranged for him by Viserys Targaryen, with such a good view that he could even see the full extent of his daughter Cersei Lannister's Walk of Atonement.
Tywin Lannister stood with his hands behind his back, silent, but his knuckles were white from clenching, his fingernails digging deep into his palms.
He had witnessed House Lannister being brought to ruin under his rule.
The Lannister crest was being publicly trampled by the commoners of King's Landing, whom he had once looked down upon, crushed into horse dung.
The family's honor was utterly destroyed amidst the jeers of countless commoners.
In the past, he had used a "Walk of Atonement" to humiliate his father Tytos Lannister's mistress; now, the retribution fell upon his own daughter.
At this moment, Tywin Lannister no longer possessed the demeanor of a victor or a conqueror.
Although his golden beard was meticulously trimmed and his jaw was set like stone, there was only endless indifference in his wise eyes.
It was not the heartache of a loving father, but a towering rage, capable of incinerating all of King's Landing, that erupted when his authority was challenged and his family's honor was humiliated.
Each "Shame" from the Septa was like a dagger, plunging heavily into his heart.
A Lannister always pays his debts!
Tywin Lannister believed that today's humiliation would surely be repaid by his excellent son, Jaime Lannister.
This must be a new "Rains of Castamere."
At this point, Cersei Lannister's vision was blurred.
She felt like she was about to collapse.
Just as she was on the verge of a complete mental breakdown, a voice she thought would never sound at this moment, thundered above the clamor.
"Stop!"
A loud shout interrupted all the people's mockery.
The crowd parted like split seas, revealing Jaime Lannister standing behind them.
The once glorious Captain of the Kingsguard, the kingslayer reviled by all, now looked travel-worn, much like a weathered old man!
Jaime Lannister didn't even wear the sword with which he had once slain a king.
His hands were empty, and he ignored all the astonished gazes, the fingers pointing at him, and the curses, walking directly to his sister Cersei Lannister.
He pulled out his white cloak, which once symbolized purity and loyalty, from his embrace, and gently wrapped it around Cersei's trembling, defiled body.
Then, Jaime Lannister turned around, facing the people of King's Landing:
"Her sin is my sin."
"The one who committed adultery with her, it was I."
At that moment, all was silent, even Septa Unella forgot to ring her bell.
No one expected that Viserys Targaryen's jest was actually true!
At this moment, Cersei Lannister looked up, through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, at her brother's weathered profile.
He stood there, and even knowing that this journey would surely lead to death, Jaime Lannister still resolutely chose to fall with her.
"I must not witness anyone harm you!"
Jaime Lannister said with a bitter smile, "For love, look what I've done?"
He had sought the Sealord of Braavos, and the Faceless Men of the House of Black and White, but ultimately found nothing.
In this world, no one, not even a god, dared to oppose the all-powerful "Dragonbinder" Viserys Targaryen.
Upon hearing this, Cersei Lannister finally stopped crying out of humiliation, and instead wept for this shocking, unaccepted by light, yet incredibly real protection.
"Jaime!"
She buried her face in the white robe that still carried his body heat, like a wounded lioness who had finally found her den, letting out silent, aggrieved whimpers.
And above the high tower prison of The Red Keep, Duke Tywin Lannister's composed figure suddenly trembled, recoiling repeatedly.
This son, whom he had painstakingly cultivated and placed great hopes in for decades, was ultimately ruined by his own family!
That last glimmer of hope for salvaging the family's demise, which might have existed because of Jaime Lannister's appearance, was completely extinguished at this moment.
In its place was an absolute silence and destruction, colder than the winter beyond the North.
"House Lannister is completely finished!"
Tywin Lannister stood frozen in place.
He had always looked down on his weak father, Tytos Lannister, but now, how much better was he?
A patriarch who had led House Lannister to utter ruin, what right did he have to mock his own father?
Thinking this, Tywin Lannister suddenly collapsed.