Edward had nothing to do with the emergency meeting in London, and he was in his study meeting with his uncle, Thomas. Baron Seymour.

"My uncle, I'm sorry for the Count's promise!"

Edward looked at Baron Seymour in front of him and said in a sincere and guilty tone.

"My Edward, Your Majesty! You are not to blame, but to my dear brother, the Duke of Somerset! ”

Baron Seymour stroked his short hair, smiled slightly, and said in a calm tone with a hint of incomprehension, in short, Edward felt that the hatred between the two had grown a lot.

When Edward returned to London, he proposed to the Regency Council that Thomas should be represented. Seymour was the Earl of Manchester, but this move was opposed by the Earl of Warwick and the Duke of Edward.

The Earl of Warwick is worried about the growing power of the Seymour family, and the Duke of Edward is not sure why!

Baron Seymour, who usually dresses like an upstart, today wears a black dress with gold trimmings, trimmed and neat, giving him a touch of aristocratic temperament, which is a sea change for him.

After all, his wife Catherine. Parr was Queen of England and Edward's stepmother.

"That's it! Now that all these pleasant things are over, let's talk about something else! Still don't know what happened to Aunt Catherine? ”

Edward appropriately shifted the subject, diverting the Earl's irritation.

"Nothing! Catherine is just in a good mood and bad mood, and the baby in her belly is quite healthy! ”

Count Seymour seemed to have thought of something, and a warm smile appeared on his face.

"It's a real delight! I think there will definitely be a new member to the Seymour family soon! ”

"Haha! Thank you for your blessings, My Majesty the King! I think God would have graced Catherine, because she was so devout to the Lord! ”

The smile on the baron's face could not be stopped, as if he remembered that he finally had an heir, and finally smiled presumptuously. The long beard shook incessantly, conveying the joy of his master.

"But then again, what is the reason why you came to me this time?"

After a few words of chatting, Edward laughed a few times. Then he straightened his face and put on a serious expression. Baron Seymour, who suddenly came to visit, thought that something must be something.

Especially when he left his own pregnant wife and traveled a long way to see him, there is no ghost without anything!

"Nothing, my majesty! I'm here to tell you about the riots in Cheshire! ”

The Baron was a little unaccustomed to this direct way of speaking, blinked his eyes, and said unhurriedly.

"I already know this!" Edward whispered the words out of his mouth, almost suffocating the baron's internal wounds.

"Please don't get me wrong, I'm saying this for the sake of the royal family!"

"Don't you think that Duke Edward is no longer fit to stay in the position of consul?"

It was his decree that caused the rebellion of God in the locality, and it is said that it was he who seized the property of the Catholics that led to the riot. Moreover, he also appointed a private person in the Privy Council, which caused the anger of the entire Privy Council, and all the Privy Council ministers were dissatisfied with him in their hearts, and some people questioned his right to govern! ”

"What's more, he's usually disrespectful to you! Decree at will, repeal legislation in parliament at will, and your majesty has been challenged! ”

The baron moved the seat under his buttocks, and shot the accusation against Duke Edward like a machine gun, his face turning crimson.

"I know a little, but is it really as serious as you say?"

Edward knew in his heart that the two of them would definitely turn their faces, but he didn't expect it to be so fast. So he quickly put on an innocent expression and cooperated with the baron's performance.

"I'm not sure, but it's true, my majesty!"

"That'...... I can't remove Uncle Edward from office without proof, so be it! You find out the evidence first! ”

"In this way, the commissioners will be persuaded to remove Edward's uncle from his position! What do you think? ”

Edward's answer almost cut off the possibility of the Baron's ascension, and the Baron was a little annoyed.

"Your Majesty, these are well-known things, I think you will understand in a few days!"

"I'll go first, Your Majesty! I have more things to do! ”

The Baron ruffled his hair, stood up a little rudely, and said goodbye to Edward.

Edward got up to see him off, then chuckled and went back to his book. No matter what wind was blowing outside, he still roamed leisurely as his fisherman.

With a belly full of anger, Baron Seymour got into his carriage and headed in the direction of London.

The next day, the morning sun woke the sleepy baron, and when the curtain was lifted, the air with a hint of dust was sucked into the nose of His Excellency the Baron, who knew that it had rained last night.

Among the people who came and went, there were crying children, tattered outcasts, hordes of small traders, and petty vendors.

The Baron knew that the city of London was close at hand.

"These will be mine in the future!" The Baron whispered a word, and urged the groom to speed up into the vaguely outlined city of London, without glancing at the pedestrians who had avoided the roadside.

The carriage went round and round for half an hour, and the Baron's carriage stopped in front of the Duke of Houghton's mansion.

Needless to say, Baron Thomas was welcomed in by Duke Houghton, and directly closed the living room, leaving only the two of them to whisper inside.

Thomas, Duke of Houghton. Parr (a lot of people named Thomas!) It was Catherine's uncle, so the baron came to his mansion and consulted with him.

"Say it! Thomas, what are you doing here? It's so nervous! ”

The Duke sat in a chair with a neatly groomed snow-white beard on his chin and stared at Baron Seymour, who was sitting opposite.

"Parr! Do you think the current Duke of Edward, my older brother, is in a safe position? ”

Baron Seymour whispered cautiously, his eyes glancing around.

"My lord, you don't want to sit in that position, do you? Don't think about it! ”

Looking at Baron Seymour's inquiring face, Duke Houghton couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the Duke's beard was almost cocked with anger, and his voice was a little out of tune.

"Don't think about it, even if you get him down, what about the Earl of Warwick down there?"

"Do you think you'll be able to beat the Earl of Warwick? It's a hungry wolf in sheep's clothing, ready to move! ”

Duke Horton did not expect his niece's new husband to have such courage.