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At the time of Edward and Mary's pleasant chat, the Palace of Westminster, the Privy Council Hall, was bustling with activity at this time.

In the conference hall, there is an oil painting of Henry VIII, wearing armor, a crown, and a short sword pinned to his waist, with the walls of Paris, France in the background.

This was not only to show Edward's respect for Henry VIII, but also to remind the politicians at the center of England's rule not to forget the long-cherished wish of the previous king, France.

In front of the painting, there is a long table, the tung oil is shiny, the main seat is empty, this is the position of His Majesty the King, and the deputy seat belongs to the most powerful person under the King of England, the President of the Privy Council.

Thanks to the centralization of power in England, the position of Privy Council President has become very popular, and even hereditary nobles with prominent families covet this position.

This year it's Farris. His Excellency Alexander was in his last year as President of the Privy Council, so many ministers treated him with respect, at least not as fiercely as the needle-to-wheat of the past.

However, when they suddenly heard His Majesty's words, many ministers still could not hide their shock and surprise in their hearts.

For, at the very last moment, His Excellency Farris had spoken to them personally, and the central meaning was only one sentence: His Majesty the King would change the traditional succession laws of the nobles.

With such powerful words, many ministers could not calm the shock in their hearts for a while.

"Your Excellency, I would like to ask you how His Majesty will change the tradition of noble succession?"

At this time, as soon as His Excellency the Speaker finished speaking, the man sitting in the chair suddenly stood up, his tone was a little anxious, but his movements were still steady, calm, and full of gentlemanly cultivation.

Faris looked up and saw a slender middle-aged man with a light beard and a thin face standing up, his head slightly bowed, bending down, and looking at him with a puzzled expression.

This is William. Cecil, the first Mayor of London, former Lord Mayor of Oxfordshire, is currently the Deputy President of the Privy Council, the definitive heir to the President of the Privy Council, and the choice of His Majesty the King.

The other ministers did the same, looking at him with puzzled expressions, and the look of inquiry in their eyes was extremely obvious, making him feel a sense of oppression.

"Ahem—" His Excellency the Speaker coughed, and the ministers gathered their expressions and sat upright.

Looked at William. Sersi glanced at it, and then he glanced at the other ministers sitting with a serious expression, and said loudly:

"His Majesty has summoned me today, and he is saddened by the gradual withering of the aristocratic class, so he thinks that the current law of noble succession is too strict, and it needs to be cut down one or two in order to satisfy the rule of the kingdom!"

"After all, we have to understand that nobility is the basis for maintaining the rule of England as a whole, and England cannot do without nobility!"

"Therefore, the king has asked us to draw up a new law of succession to meet the present situation in England!"

As soon as the words were finished, many ministers slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

It turns out that His Majesty the King has not yet drawn up the bill, and they still think that the King wants to make his own decisions again!

They have no power to change a decree that has been drafted by His Majesty the King.

Now, if His Majesty asks them to draft it, then there is some room for change.

And on the side, not only the vice president William. Cecil breathed a sigh of relief, and the other ministers also had a lot of lighter faces.

There are dozens of ministers in the Privy Council, and if you want to say the most important ones, you have to count those who are sitting in meetings, and the other ministers are just doing some secretarial work.

The ministers were counted from the left-hand side of Farris, and in that order, the Earl Boswell, Vice-President of the Privy Council, and Borman, the Vice-President of the Privy Council and Keeper of the Seals. Randall, Privy Council Chancellor and Lord Chancellor. Robert, Privy Council Secretary and Secretary of State Dorne. Francis, and Kyle. Sir Reims.

These seven people are recognized by His Majesty the King, and they are also ministers who are often summoned by His Majesty, and belong to a state of default.

Nominally, of course, with the exception of His Excellency the Speaker, the other ministers are equal.

"So, then, Mr. Honorable Speaker, what is the request of His Majesty the King?"

This time, it was the turn of the vice-president, Earl Boswell, to ask questions.

As one of the top figures in England during the Regency Council, the Earl of Boswell was the second most powerful figure in the Privy Council after Faris, and arguably the most suitable successor to Faris.

However, although Edward did not do anything, he more or less heard some hints, and said very sensibly that he would retire with Farris.

Glancing at the Earl of Boswell, who looked a little tired, His Excellency the Speaker said softly:

"At present, it is not uncommon for noble heirs to fall, or only female heirs, and we can start in this direction."

"Then, we can consider legalizing female inheritance, after all, such a situation is not uncommon in the European continent, and if it is changed, it will be easy for the nobles to accept!"

William. Sersi thought for a moment, then immediately proposed, and after speaking, his eyes were fixed on His Excellency the Speaker.

When Faris heard this, he was about to speak, but was interrupted.

"No, absolutely not!" Keeper of the Seals, Borman. Randall rejected his proposal and looked at William seriously and seriously. Sersi, firmly said:

"It is an insult to the nobility to want those titles to be cut rather than to let those women inherit them.

What's more, by marrying a woman, you can become a hereditary nobleman, so where is the nobility of our blue blood? Is it not defiled? ”

Conservative Borman. Chancellor Randall, a viscount, was over sixty years old, and became more and more conservative overall.

The English aristocracy despised the European habit of marrying a woman to inherit the title, and for them the blood of the nobility could not be tarnished.

"I agree, this thing must not be!" "Not in line with tradition!"

Other ministers also objected to the proposal.

"Well, since most people are against it, then those who allow women to inherit the title should not be presented to His Majesty the King!"

Seeing that his proposal was rejected, William. Cecil smiled disapprerovingly and sat down.

He knew that his proposal would be rejected, and that conservative traditions still held the English in check.

Even if the other ministers were not nobles, they still opposed his proposal because of their worship of noble titles and their belief in aristocratic traditions.

William. When Sersi's proposal was rejected, the other ministers fell silent, and it was clear that it was difficult to think of a way to get the best of both worlds.

See this, Farris. An unfathomable smile suddenly appeared on Alexander's face.