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Chapter 59 - letters of state from england

 Not only did Duke Edward receive the Earl of Warwick's gaze wholeheartedly, but when he was gone, the whole man continued his conversation as if he had not seen it.

 "The Earl of Warwick has returned first due to ill health! We proceed to make arrangements ..."

 Looking at the eloquent Duke Edward, the Earl of Wellington underneath couldn't help but remember the conversation between the two last night.

 Living room, two chairs, a table with two cups of hot green tea on it.

 Duke Edward and the Earl of Wellington sit face to face, the Duke has given him an understanding of the stakes, but he still can't afford to let his only heir participate in the war, if there is any shortcomings, their Wellington Earl will be removed from the name.

 Seeing that the Earl of Wellington was still so hesitant, a good idea suddenly came to Duke Edward's mind.

 "Dear Mr. Count, I wonder if you have any intention of becoming a general?"

 "What is the meaning of this! My Lord Duke!" The Earl of Wellington couldn't figure out how it involved himself when it was his nephew's business.

 "You're a general now, and your nephew is still just a company commander, aren't you still in control of his actions?" Edward could only point out his thoughts to make the Earl of Wellington understand a little better.

 "That's fine, it's just that I've never commanded an army before, will the ministers agree?" The Lord Earl thought for a moment, thinking that not only could he save his nephew, but he could also rake in merit, where would he find such a good thing?

 "And I am more familiar with Scotland, you just have to follow my command!" Duke Edward said in a big way, with a confident look on his face. Duke Edward had once been ordered to plunder Edinburgh in the year and force it to sign a treaty.

 In fact, as a nobleman passed down through the centuries, has Lord Earl not seen a pig run without eating pork?

 For the strength of the Duke of Somerset, the Earl was still relatively confident that he had not come up by nepotism as rumored outside.

 His Grace was Secretary of State for the Navy for several years, and in the same year he led an invasion of Scotland and plundered Edinburgh. He also fought against France at Boulogne in 1917, and again achieved great successes.

 This pleasant day passed quickly, Duke Edward celebrated with a group of supporters in his mansion with joyful voices, young and beautiful maids of honor flowed among the nobles with fine wines, and the dukedom became a sea of joy.

 And at the Earl of Warwick's House, the Lord Earl was communing with his diehards, and every now and then a voice came from his group of interested co-allies cursing Duke Edward.

 The passing maids hurriedly walked away for fear of getting into any trouble, after all, for characters like them, death was of no concern.

 "Me! Never again can I trust that low-ranking nobleman's son, Edward, a dirt-stained fellow is not to be trusted!"

 The Marquis of Dorset on the side said indignantly, for him, a hereditary nobleman, he most despised Edward Seymour, who had risen to power by nepotism, so he was the first to make a sound.

 "My Lord Marquis, words can't be like this, in terms of this incident of Duke Seymour, it's not like we haven't gained anything, at least we can make it clear that he has completely ruptured with us, and that we'll be enemies from now on!"

 Sir Bangor Edmonds analyzed it seriously in an aside, coming out with some very sensible words.

 At Sir Bangor's words, the Lord Earl couldn't help but nod his head, somewhat indicating his approval of the Act, and then nodded his head for him to continue.

 "Even though Duke Seymour put us on the spot a bit, we can use it skillfully!"

 "Isn't Lord Earl in charge of logistics! We can hand over most of the purchases to the local nobles so that Lord Earl can still make friends with the nobles even though he doesn't have his war credit!"

 Sir Bangor, encouraged, could not help but continue boldly, with the air of a schemer.

 Hearing Sir Bangor's words, and looking down at the Count's expression, the Marquis of Dorset, who had a disdainful expression on his face, became wonderfully comely.

 "Right! Right! Right! That's it, Sir Bangor is right!" For the Marquis of Dorset, wallflower it was a good word and the foundation of his family's long standing.

 "My Lord Earl, Sir Bangor is well advised to be of the same mind as I am!"

 "Okay! That's it! You guys go back first!" When the Lord Earl heard this, although his face still had its original serious expression, he already had an idea in his mind.

 "Finally--, Sir Bangor stays!" The Lord Earl pondered for a while, and finally chose to leave Sir Bangor behind, drawing a string of surprised voices from the people seated there. Obviously, Sir Bangor had channeled the Earl's heart.

 It was an unusual night, and no one knew what the Earl of Warwick had done with Sir Bangor.

 The next day the Privy Council of England sent to Edinburgh, in the north, a government notice.

 "Your Majesty, Queen Mother Mary Degis, in view of the provisions of the Treaty of Greenwich signed between the late King and your country, please allow Your Majesty Queen Mary I to move to England to enter into marriage with our honorable Majesty Edward, and now I ask you to send Your Majesty the Queen to England, where we will perform the Engagement Ceremony of the two Your Majesties! You are also cordially invited to come to England for the engagement ceremony ..."

 The middle-aged female officer read aloud a letter from London, looking from time to time at Her Majesty, the Queen Mother, who was resting with her eyes closed.

 After listening to this letter from England, Her Majesty the Queen Mother stretched her back a bit, revealing an attractive curve, coupled with the fact that she was in the ripe years of her thirties, ending up as a ripe peach.

 Her Majesty the Queen Mother, as is evident from her surname, was a noblewoman from France, and she possessed a stalwart and courageous character.

 Edward's marriage to Queen Mary comes from the year. Arranged by King Henry VIII, the Treaty of Greenwich was signed between England and Scotland in the year stipulating that Mary's future marriage to Prince Edward of England - also known as Edward VI - would form a union between England and Scotland. If the two had no descendants, the union would naturally dissolve. But the Church of Scotland refused to ratify the treaty.

 In this war in history, the Duke of Somerset, after defeating the Scottish army, searched all of Edinburgh without finding Queen Mary, causing the Lord Duke to return home in hatred.

 At that time, the age of Queen Mary was hidden by the Queen Mother in a secret room at Stirling Castle before being hurriedly taken to France, where she was betrothed to the age of François, the Crown Prince of France.

 For the next dozen years or so, Mary de Guise, Queen Dowager of Scotland, ruled Scotland as if it were a French province with the aid of a French army.

 While Scottish Catholics embraced French rule, Protestants gradually adopted a pro-English stance - how Protestantism in England favored the aristocracy was something many Scottish nobles had the opportunity to observe, and they flocked to Protestantism.