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On February 16, 1555, it rained as usual in London, making the busy city even more busy.

The good news, though, is that the city no longer sees the sludge mixture flowing unchecked through the streets, nor does it see the black and yellow sewage that floods the narrow alleys and makes it impossible for people to get around.

Of course, what makes His Majesty the King most proud is that even though it is raining in the sky, the merchants still walk in an orderly manner, urging horses, pulling carts, and carrying burdens.

In the face of such a light rain, the vendors, who are concerned about profits, only treat the light rain as a sunny day, with tall and wide hats, and small black umbrellas to keep the cold drizzle away.

At this moment, our king, of course, did not rest, but sat in the carriage and urged the groom to speed up.

Laura sat peacefully in the corner of the carriage, looking at a book in her hand, the pages of which were already full of wrinkles, and it was clear that the young woman was still serious about reading.

Edward glanced at her helplessly, and in this way, she was chic and leisurely, but she was anxious and irritable, and lost her former indifference.

However, as soon as he thought of the three children he was about to meet, Edward's mood immediately became nervous and excited.

It was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had a child, and it was a great feeling to continue the offspring.

More importantly, this broke history, and if he had the ability to have children, the possibility of the entire Tudor dynasty becoming extinct would be infinitely reduced.

This is something to be happy about.

As for the future of the bastard, Edward had a rough arrangement in mind, and in the end, a nobleman was inevitable.

And if there is no official heir in the future, Edward does not mind breaking the rules of succession in Europe, even if it is to offend the entire European royal family.

Thinking like this, Edward's face couldn't help but become solemn.

"Your Majesty?" Laura, who was on the side, noticed that the king's face was a little abnormal, and quickly tilted her neck and asked tentatively.

"Nothing!" Edward shook his head and whispered.

was interrupted by Laura, Edward smiled to himself, what was he thinking, this matter has not yet been seen? Blind and worried.

Curiosity arose in his heart as he observed the young king's face changing incessantly.

What a strange guy.

The young woman thought silently in her heart, and then threw herself into the book in her hand.

On the muddy road, several carriages were galloping beyond normal speed, and the poor more than two hundred guards, braving the drizzle, wearing a layer of cowhide raincoats, rode horses to guard the carriages, and controlled the speed of the mounts under their crotches to keep parallel to the carriages, which can be described as extremely hard.

Soon, the convoy saw the wide River Thames, and up the River was Hampton Court Palace.

Sister Luna, Lucy, and Emma are here.

Compared to London, Hampton Court Palace has a beautiful environment, quiet and peaceful, which is very suitable for pregnant women.

Soon, the horses walked briskly to Hampton Court Palace on the wet grass, and Edward got out of the car impatiently and walked to the palace of the three mothers.

It stands to reason that in the Western tradition, there is no such thing as confinement.

However, England at this time was very different from England in later generations, and the resistance of the human body was extremely low.

For example, Edward's mother, Jane. Seymour had puerperal fever and died.

Therefore, under the biography of Edward's flying pigeons, the three pregnant women lived directly in a specially renovated house.

It is not as tall and gorgeous as the palace, but it looks very simple, and the biggest feature is that it is well ventilated, the air circulation is smooth, and the indoor temperature is just right.

Therefore, when Edward returned, he did not go to the splendid and extravagant palace, but to the spacious maternity room.

Edward took a hot bath to wash away the bacteria and dust from his body, then changed into a comfortable regular dress and hurried to it.

The three rooms didn't let Edward do anything, so he went straight to the nearest one and walked in.

Ignoring the waiting maid, Edward walked straight into the room.

At first glance, Lucy was lying on the white goose down bed, her eyes staring closely at the small crib beside the bed, the corners of her mouth curled, her delicate legs shrunk together in the quilt, her body tilted, and the motherly glow sprinkled all over the room.

"Lucy, my little maid, how is your health?"

Edward walked to the bedside in two steps, his hands on her shoulders tenderly, and greeted softly.

"Your Majesty—" A sudden color of surprise appeared in Lucy's eyes, and the gentle feminine brilliance vanished in an instant, and she reverted to Edward's familiar mischievous maid.

"Why did you come back, I've been waiting for a long time, Lucy misses you so much, I, I'm afraid I'll never see you again!"

Lucy hugged Edward's neck in surprise and buried her head in Edward's arms, and as she spoke, the original joy turned into crying, and even sobbed softly, and her body trembled.

Seeing this, Edward just patted Lucy's smooth tender back with his right hand, and his mouth whispered comfort in her ear.

It was also his mistake to misestimate the time and thus not be able to be by their side.

You must know that at this time, whether it is the East or the West, having a child is no less than passing the threshold of life and death.

Even if he had already arranged for disinfection, hot water, and an experienced midwife, the danger was still huge.

Therefore, this fear of life and death is not only unique to Lucy, but also Luna and Emma, and it is possible that they will never see him again.

I don't know if his defenses are effective, or God forbid, all three of them gave birth smoothly, and they can be said to be very happy.

Edward comforted Lucy for a moment, then looked at the little man on the side.

The villain was wrapped tightly in silk, his eyes were closed, his mouth twitched from time to time, his skin was smooth and pink, and he looked very cute.

"Lucy, his name is Henry, Henry. Tudor! ”

The more Edward looked at it, the more happy he became, and the joy at the corner of his eyebrows could not be stopped, and Lucy obediently nestled in his arms, quietly watching his son.

"Tudor?" Lucy said with some confusion.

"That's right, it's Henry. Tudor, that's the last name he should have. ”

Edward said without hesitation.

It's no wonder that Lucy is puzzled, in this era, although it is a well-known thing for nobles to keep mistresses, in order to maintain the so-called aristocratic face, illegitimate children generally do not have the same surname as their biological father.

In order to maintain the honor of the family, the nobles will even give away illegitimate children and cut off relations.