Catherine Parr's words were not what Edward expected, it was really about her marriage.
In fact, Edward still cares a little bit, he holds gratitude and respect for Henry VIII, and if he lets his wife remarry, it will always make Edward feel a little bit sorry for him.
However, Western societies, unlike China, do not have the custom of widowhood, and there is a popular craze for taking widows, especially wealthy widows who are most sought after.
Many of them, with the idea of both wealth and sex in mind, aggressively pursue widows with a fortune, expecting to get rich overnight.
Like so many famous people in history who married rich widows and thus lived a dashing life.
So Thomas Seymour is still willing to marry Catherine until now, love is one aspect, I'm afraid the thought of her property is also a major reason!
Edward thought a lot about it, but only a split second had passed.
And Catherine was looking nervously at Edward, hoping for his blessing, as her marriage was not well received and so many people didn't quite agree with it.
That's why Edward's blessing is so precious, and it can ward off a lot of stress for her.
"It's okay, Catherine! I'll support you, and I wish you all the happiness in the world!" Edward's words took Catherine by surprise, followed by tears of excitement.
"Oh! Is this for real? Edward, you support me!" "Yes, Catherine, I honor your right to pursue happiness! I will pray to God for your blessing!"
"Is this for real? Oh God! Edward is so touching!" Catherine dropped teardrops of excitement, "Boy, I really appreciate your support, I really do!"
"I'm sure His Majesty the King will be pleased above in heaven! Edward!" Catherine's tone held a bit of relief, "And you are his pride, Edward, you will make a great king!"
Edward obviously knew that it was a compliment from Catherine, but he was still quite happy inside and couldn't help but muster up confidence and courage for the battle for power in two years.
"Catherine, you may God bless you!" "Edward, you too!" Edward said goodbye to Queen Catherine, oh! No, it should be Mrs. Seymour who said goodbye, and then took his lady-in-waiting, Lucy, to his study.
"Lucy! Report the tavern's profits this month!" "Aye! Your Majesty!" Edward and the maid opened the domineering mode.
"This month the four pubs located in London contributed pounds, Yorkshire in the north contributed pounds, Buckinghamshire contributed pounds, and Wales contributed pounds ..." Lucy breathed in a whole bunch of figures and Edward listened without getting tired of it, after all, it was money Yikes.
"Combined, the total profit in pounds for the entire month of March for the home pubs located in England and Wales!" Lucy reported a surprisingly large figure without a trace of expression on her face, a result that she looked to have encountered often.
"London profits are up two percent, York is up one percent and Buckinghamshire is up four percent ..." Lucy then went on to report the profit growth by county.
"Last month's profits were not bad enough, the tavern premier whose profits increased increased his salary according to the usual practice, and those whose profits fell off deducted their bonuses." Edward very pretentiously made a statement that determined the distribution of income for dozens of people.
"Yes! Your Majesty the King!" Lucy had lost her usual mischievousness and had a serious and earnest expression on her face.
That's right! The tavern was the only direction Edward had spent five years running.
At first when Edward first came to England, there was little capacity for activity as a five-year-old prince, especially one who was melancholy and ill.
By the time a year had passed, Edward was significantly better, so he embarked on a plan he had long thought about - opening a tavern.
Yes, that's right! It's the opening of a tavern, a great way to make money and gather information whenever you need it.
One has to ask, why did it have to be a tavern? Well, at that time, because Edward couldn't make mirrors, or that must-have Jenny loom for travelers, much less make steel.
For nothing, Edward used to be a four-legged, five-legged, white college student.
Remembering only distillation techniques from a chemistry class he took in high school, brewing became pretty much Edward's only option.
The next thing again before Edward was how to expand profits and increase the chain. And that's when the tavern and the selling of alcohol joined forces.
So Edward used his only possession, pounds sterling, to make high barleywine and rye wine for the original accumulation of capital.
With the hard work of hundreds of serfs, the pounds were converted into barrels of highly-charged barley wine, which was then sold for a whopping two pounds per barrel after the profits went straight to the pounds to the Royal Navy, which was expanding rapidly.
What? The whole of England belongs to my family, so what's the point of being selfish?
In fact, the fifty pounds was only used to buy the machine for distillation; the rest of the barley, ah, manpower, ah, was done on the royal serf estates at a cost of hardly anything.
Next, because the shelf life of Edward's high wines was almost half that of ordinary wines. Orders came in like snowflakes, and Edward bought a few more sets of machines to produce it, making almost fifty thousand pounds in the whole six months.
A pleasant period of expansion followed, with Edward first having fifty young serfs learn to keep accounts, and then acquiring taverns all over the place.
Slowly relying on a high level of barley wine, the tavern quickly grew as big as a balloon.
And the next thing you know there are local gentlemen and nobles who want to contribute a little to the development of the tavern.
And Edward dispersed close to four tiers of shares as they had hoped, in return for a scene of taverns spread throughout England and Wales.
The distribution of shares not only cleared the way for the tavern to grow, but also allowed Edward to connect with the local gentlemen's group, thus allowing Edward to figure out quite a bit about the distribution of power in the area.
And the last one was very important to Edward; when he centralized power in the future, the big local power groups would surely obstruct it, and the gentlemen would be the ones Edward would buy off.
Edward would not use force until it was absolutely necessary, and only the internal division of the gentlemen's group was a guarantee of the smooth implementation of centralization.
And, of course, the name of the tavern was acquired by Edward, a very oxymoronic name - Wonderful Tavern, a name of hazy beauty.
But the bulk of the income is still highly-charged barley wine, no! It should be flaming wine, which was named by His Majesty Edward himself.
Fiery Wine, the wine as its name suggests, and thus warmly welcomed by the people of Britannia and the Nordic region, the wine was a good relief for the cold-affected bodies of the people.
And sailors love it because it's the longest lasting water resource at sea.
"And Blaze sold casks last month, with casks sold in England and Wales and casks sold outside!" Lucy gulped, "The profits totaled pounds!"
To the currency, England at that time because of the king centralized power, the right to mint money was taken back to the king, the printing and minting are gold and silver coins, so collectively known as the pound sterling. It is not the current sense of the pound, the current pound is from the year the Bank of England issued banknotes.
That's the full profit on top of all other costs, and yes, Edward has increased the price again, now three pounds a barrel.
Even if Edward had predicted a lot, reality slapped him hard again.
Edward stated, Smack me hard! I don't mind.
As time progressed, the situation became more and more favorable to Edward.