Edward couldn't wait to open the letter once the two had left. Only to see it written like this
"Your Honorable Majesty! Forgive me for taking so long to write to you!"
"Since you left Windsor Castle, the whole of London has been in waves."
Busy until evening, Guy had time to come and write to his sovereign.
Setting out his newly purchased white paper and quill, Guy sat back in his chair and wrote silently by the oil lamp he had bought yesterday.
"The Lord Duke of Somerset, after conferring with the Ministers of the Council of Regents, has adopted the decision to extend the reforms!"
"After that, the Lord Duke put his oratorical eloquence to work and began his tour speech in the House of Lords!"
"Of course, even if the Lord Duke is a dud, I think the House of Lords will pass his motion! Parliamentarians wouldn't want to try the might of the King's power!" Guy's pen is full of mockery of those noblemen, even as one of the once-gentlemen, and he doesn't mince words, and with far more force, than the nobles.
"How can the House of Commons attendants fight against the decisions of the noble Lords in the House of Lords?"
"Even if they pretend to consult and take longer to discuss it, trying to prove that they represent the interests of the English people at large!" Guy's taunts were sharp and unusual, lifting the veil of parliament directly.
"And the opposite is true, they enjoy the privilege of being MPs and agree with the decisions of the House of Lords!"
"The House of Lords took half an hour to vote, and the House of Commons took an afternoon to discuss it, and in fact both decided exactly the same!" Guy found his own letter full of personal elements regarding the opinions of the gentlemen of Parliament.
Guy thought about it and decided not to make any changes, His Majesty's rights no longer needed to be guaranteed by Parliament, and besides, a strong crown was the root of England's strength.
Edward couldn't help but feel doubly relieved to see a supporter of kingship at last, in this late medieval period, the age of kingship was already coming, and all that prevented it from being powerful would eventually be wiped out.
Edward thought of this, can not help but for parliamentary reorganization of the will suddenly strong, he did not want to be Charles I that waste.
Edward continued to look down again.
"Thus, the Duke of Somerset has repealed the Act of Treason, the Act of Heresy, and the Act of Six Creeds, all of which were established by the late King!"
Indeed, Edward was already aware of his uncle's determination to repeal the three decrees.
The night before the trip to Windsor Manor was filled with hustle and bustle throughout the castle.
The servants and maids of honor had stayed in Windsor Castle for a long time, Edward didn't like to wander around for a year like Henry VIII, he liked to be quiet and be a beautiful man.
So on hearing Edward's announcement to move to Windsor Manor, the maids of honor hurriedly packed their travel packages, and the footmen prepared the tools for the trip and saddled and fed the horses.
Edward let them get ready, as a king he just had to read quietly.
"Your Majesty! The Lord Duke of Somerset seeks an audience!" Lucy intoned vocally as she bowed to Edward.
Edward closed the book with a slight nod and Lucy went out to bring in the Duke of Somerset.
"My dear uncle, after not seeing you for a few days, you look more and more radiant!" Edward took the initiative to go forward and greeted the Duke when he saw His Excellency enter.
"Oh! my Edward, how is your health?" The Lord Duke cared for Edward's health with a look of affection.
"It's okay! I'm getting better, and your concern makes me feel a few degrees better!" Edward joked.
"Haha! Edward, you're getting more and more humorous!" The Duke laughed.
"I wonder what business you have with me uncle?" Edward asked the Duke of Somerset with an innocent look on his face, looking so much like a child should.
"Edward, I've come here to think about the future of England!"
"You do, my dear uncle!" Edward, with a face of indifference, devoid of kingly demeanor, reclined in his chair. There was no more of the enthusiastic look he had at the beginning.
"I think some of the late king's decrees need to be improved in order for God's true light to shine in England!" His Grace the Duke seemed to have gotten used to Edward's lazy look and still spoke without changing his face.
"Such as?" Edward asked lazily, looking beaten.
"For example, like the Treason Act, the Heresy Act, and the Six Creeds Act." Although the Lord Duke was surprised at Edward's unconventionality, his culmination as an elder statesman still reacted.
"Can! You may do with them as you please!" Hearing this, Edward then straightened his sitting position, and his person straightened up.
In fact, for the time being, the reforms of Edward's uncle, the Duke of Seymour, were still in line with Edward's interests, and the slow progress of the Reformation went hand in hand with the strength of the Tudor kingship. It was not until the latter part of Elizabeth I's reign, when the power of the capitalists grew, that the Reformation was reduced to a tool for their political needs.
After Edward agreed to this, the two men began a delightful feast of relatives together. That night the guests broke up the feast with great joy, and both men were given a release of their acting skills.
In fact, the Duke of Seymour had more than just Edward's permission, he had Edward's promise that he would always support his reforms, saving him a lot of time.
Edward came back to his senses and proceeded to read the letter written by Chieftain Guy.
"And the task you gave me of taking in orphans is almost complete! There are no longer any orphans to be seen in the entire city of London!"
"And we took in a total of fifteen hundred and sixty-eight, six hundred and sixty girls and nine hundred and eight boys!"
"Of these, one thousand one hundred and thirty were under ten years of age, and four hundred and thirty-eight were between ten and fourteen years of age!"
"By the great blessing of God, and your support, Your Majesty, we have also recruited thirty-one fallen gentlemen to join us!"
"Of course, I still want your instructions this time, what will you do with these children?"
"They have almost exhausted the food sent from Windsor Castle, and at present there is only enough for them for a week!
-- Yours faithfully, Guyham."
Edward seemed to see in the letter his helplessness and his complaints about the orphans, and Edward could only get Windsor Manor to send 3,000 bushels of rye, thought to be equivalent to 219,000 kilograms of rye, enough for more than 1,000 people to eat openly for the first half of the year.
After reading this, Edward stretched greatly, his whole being tired, and looking up at the big pendant clock, the hour hand was already pointing to eight o'clock, an hour and a half had passed.
"Your Majesty, Queen Catherine has sent you an invitation!" Lucy's crisp voice rang out.
"Bring it!" Edward said helplessly when he heard it was a letter from Queen Catherine.
"What? A wedding invitation!" Edward opened it and let out a surprised sound.