My British Empire

  Chapter 96 Two Sisters

   "Elizabeth! Mary! You are back!" Looking at Princess Elizabeth and Princess Mary who were galloping over on horseback, Edward gave a knightly salute on horseback.

   "Edward, you can do it! It's a pleasure to be in charge soon!"

  Elizabeth came to Edward on horseback, looked Edward up and down, and said involuntarily.

   "However, how is your health during my absence? Can you handle the troublesome government affairs now?"

  Seeing Elizabeth's teasing expression, Edward didn't explain too much, but curled his lips indifferently.

  Seeing Edward's grown-up face, Elizabeth felt that she was about to explode, and it was time to teach him a lesson.

  Just about to wave, she squinted and saw that there was her sister Mary behind her, she trembled and sat up again.

   "Good day, Sister Mary!" Edward greeted the last Princess Mary.

  Princess Mary was favored by Henry VIII when she was young, and was once named Prince of Wales, which is the title of Crown Prince, but the good times didn't last long. As Mary grew up, her parents' marriage gradually fell into crisis.

  With no male heir, Henry VIII was eager to marry another wife.

  In 1525, Henry VIII determined that Catherine could not give birth to a male heir for him, and had an extramarital affair with the maid Anne Boleyn (also known as Ann Boleyn).

  Henry VIII was determined to divorce Catherine, but Catherine insisted that she was queen and refused to divorce Henry VIII. So Henry VIII expelled Catherine from the palace.

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  And finally Henry VIII divorced Catherine on charges of adultery and put her under house arrest. This is also the original intention of Henry VIII to launch the religious reform, which is to divorce Catherine.

  And her status plummeted, from a crown prince to an illegitimate daughter.

  Although Anne Boleyn was Elizabeth's mother, Mary treated her as her own sister and did not abuse her.

  So for this older sister, Elizabeth is in awe.

   "Edward, your body seems to be recovering well! This is really a pleasant thing!"

  Mary said with a sigh of relief that her body was the same as Edward's. She had been plagued by illness since she was a child, and it was very hard work.

   Only Elizabeth was in good health, and she was the longest king and lived the longest in history.

   This time she went to the monastery to pray for blessings with Elizabeth, just for the sake of herself and Edward's body, and she stayed sincerely for more than half a year.

   "Yes, Sister Mary, why don't you run like me every day! Your body will definitely be fine!"

   "Really? But will this..."

  Seeing the hesitation on Princess Mary's face, Edward knew what she was thinking. After all, she was a Catholic and could not ignore the influence.

   "It's okay! Otherwise, you come here to ride horses every day, and no one here will know."

   "En!" Seeing that Edward was always thinking of herself, Princess Mary was a little embarrassed to refuse, so she could only nod softly.

  No one thought that Queen Mary, known as Bloody Mary in the future, was still a shy girl now.

   "Okay! Let's ride together! Since the father left, we haven't ridden together for a long time! Drive—"

   After speaking, Edward lightly whipped Arthur, and then he ran forward quickly.

   "Ah—" Seeing Edward galloping away first, Elizabeth let out a strange cry, and hurriedly urged the red horse under her to run away.

  Princess Mary took a look at the two people who were running far away, and then she tucked the big yellow horse under her buttocks with her legs leisurely and followed.

  ……The evil dividing line……

  At this time, in London, in the wealthy district, in front of a luxurious villa, there are carriages of various colors parked one after another. Although the colors are different, the unified feature is that they are all inlaid with gold gems or silver. A carriage is worth the lifetime income of a middle-class family.

  As the saying goes, there are nobles in talking and laughing, but there are no white people in dealings.

  Tea from the East, fat cattle from Europa, honey, and white bread are neatly placed on the table, and guests come and go take them at will.

  Dozens of young girls dressed as maids are serving with smiles on their faces, and their friendly smiles can sweeten everyone.

  This is the banquet scene of Cromwell Smith, member of the London Home Rule Council.

  Cromwell is one of the few big businessmen in London, relying on the most profitable salt business, his wealth is like a snowball, and his net worth is a secret in the whole of London.

  However, there are rumors circulating among the people that he may already have a net worth of 100,000 pounds, and his family provides a quarter of the salt in London, and it is said that the salt of the Smith family has been sold to Ukraine.

  But the most powerful proof is that Edward's father, Henry VIII, once borrowed money from the Smith family.

  The reason why everyone came here today was that Cromwell's grandson turned ten years old, so the Smith family feasted on the guests.

   Outside, Cromwell Jr., the son of Cromwell, entertained the guests from all parties, and it was very lively.

  Meanwhile, the main character, MP Cromwell, entertains important guests in his private conference room.

   "Gentlemen, what do you mean when you say that the little king asked us to make up 20,000 pounds?"

  A middle-aged man with yellow wavy hair asked in a voice, speaking, he still had a thick cigar in his mouth.

  Cromwell glanced at the yellow hair when he heard the words. This is the coal tycoon John Thomas. He provides almost all the coal in London.

   "I guess it's because the little king has no money. I haven't heard that he has given out all the money from the royal family's private house!"

  A middle-aged man with black hair, a little fat, and a fleshy face sat on a chair and sneered, his words were full of disdain.

   This is the shareholder of the salt business with Cromwell, Bruno Adam, who has hundreds of people under him, and is a ruthless person.

   "We are all their fat sheep. Whenever you are short of money, come to us!"

   "This time it's even more extreme. It would be fine if we borrowed money, but they actually want us to donate for free!"

   "There is nothing more extreme than this in the world! My Mr. Smith, what do you say!"

   The one who kept mumbling non-stop was Fitch Cardier, a famous wool exporter in London. Although he is only in his twenties and looks stunned, there is no one who can sit still.

  As soon as his voice changed, he pushed on Cromwell Smith, pretending to be innocent.

   Seeing everyone's eyes turned to him, old Cromwell knew that he could no longer be a quiet and handsome man.

   "This matter is similar to what Mr. Adam said, the little king is thinking about the money in our pockets!"

  ps: I’m also drunk, three words are missing and it becomes nine o’clock!