My British Empire

"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 rode to Edward's side, looked Edward up and down, and said involuntarily.

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

Seeing the ridicule on Elizabeth's face, Edward didn't explain too much, but curled his lips indifferently.

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

Just as she was about to wave her hand, 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.

When Princess Mary was a child, she was favored by Henry VIII 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 desperate for 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.

And in the end 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 was in awe.

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

Mary said with a sad face that her body was the same as Edward's. She had suffered from illnesses since she was a child, and it was very hard work.

Only Elizabeth's body is very healthy. In history, she was the longest king and lived the longest.

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 there for more than half a year sincerely.

"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 slowly and comfortably pinched the big yellow horse under her buttocks, and followed.

………………The Evil Dividing Line……………

At this time, in London, in the wealthy district, in front of a luxurious villa, there are various carriages parked one after another. Although the colors are different, their 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. In the whole of London, his net worth is a secret.

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 convincing 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 10, so the Smith family feasted on the guests.

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

Meanwhile, the protagonist, MP Cromwell, entertains important guests in his private boardroom.

"Gentlemen, what do you mean by saying that the little king asked us to make up twenty thousand pounds?"

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

When Cromwell heard the words, he glanced at the yellow hair. This was the coal tycoon John Thomas, who provided 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 dark hair, a little fat, and a fleshy face sat on a chair and sneered, his words were full of disdain.

This is Bruno Adam, a shareholder in the salt business with Cromwell. He has hundreds of people under him, and he 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 was only in his twenties and looked stunned, there was no one who could 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!