I've become King of Britain

"1183, October 29th, the weather looks pretty good today, I just don't know what it will turn out to be at night. It's been four months since I came here, the food is really bad, it's like culinary hell." Zhao Chen wrote a single kanji character in his journal, stacked next to two other journals that he had used before. The thick parchment and slim quills made writing Chinese characters very difficult, but for the sake of secrecy, Zhao Chen still chose to use Chinese characters to keep his diary. In fact, even if he wrote modern English, these ancients wouldn't be able to read it. "Your Highness, His Majesty the King wants to summon you." A maid hurriedly came and pushed open the door of the room, passing the king's order to him. Zhao Chen sighed and closed the diary in his hand, and after placing the diary on the table, he said with a million sighs of relief, "Alright, we'll go over there now." When he had just come to this world, Zhao Chen was dizzy and almost died of sickness. It was only after his body had healed that he slowly began to understand the various situations in this world. The first thing that could be determined was that he had come to the historical Kingdom of England. And he himself had become the juvenile body of a certain unlucky king in history. "King John of the Lost Lands". A rough analogy to Chinese history would be the equivalent of traveling into Song Huizong, or maybe Emperor Xian of Han, to highlight an abstraction. But fortunately, he was not a king yet, he was still just a prince in his juvenile form. There were still plenty of opportunities, and Zhao Chen still had quite a bit of room to maneuver. Ever since crossing over, Zhao Chen had been staying at the Oxford Palace. Although this place was called a palace, it was actually an ordinary castle, and the décor inside was slightly better than that of an ordinary nobleman's castle. Other than that, the walls were still cold stone bricks, and the floor was still creaking wooden boards. The sunlight spilled through the cracks onto the brown floor, making the castle less dim. But if it was particularly bright, it wasn't. All the guards and knights they encountered on the way bowed respectfully; after all, they were dealing with the youngest son of His Majesty's favorite. By the time he reached the door to the king's bedroom, the knight at the door owed a bow toward Zhao Chen and opened the door for him. "Hi, John!" The moment he opened the door, an eight-year-old boy waved his hand towards John, who naturally nodded towards him. This was his own nephew, Otto of the Welfs. And beside Otto, there was a robust middle-aged man with long hair and beard, neither luxurious robes nor honorable crowns were on his body, but the confidence in power that flowed from within made him look full of the aura of a king. This was the founder of the Anjou Empire, the highly legendary king in England's history, Henry II. "Father." John was just about to owe a bow when he was interrupted by Henry II. "Little Otto, you go out first, I want to talk a little with your Uncle John." Facing his son and grandson, Henry II's voice all became softer. Otto nodded his head obediently and closed the door in passing as he left the room. The moment the door to the room closed, Henry II let out a long sigh before taking out a letter from his hand. John stepped forward to take the letter and read it carefully. "The Earl of Glouchester is very sick this time, and if there is no accident, he will not survive this winter." Henry II's tone was so cold that it was not at all clear that between him and William FitzRobert, Earl of Glouchester, they were still uncle and nephew. The Earl of Glouchester's was the illegitimate son of Henry I, who happened to be Henry II's maternal grandfather. The two had even fought together side by side, but in the face of real interests, Henry II still revealed his cold side. "You will immediately set out tomorrow for the Earl of Glouchester's domain to confirm your engagement to his daughter Isabella." Henry II rubbed the ring symbolizing power on his finger, "As for the inheritance rights of his other two daughters, I will find a way to help you out." After Henry II finished speaking, John had also read the letter in his hand almost to the end. He put down the letter in his hand, and the expression on his face seemed to show nothing. He knew that his father was seeking a territory for himself. The Earl of Glouchester had no son to inherit the realm, and had John been able to marry Isabella, he would have been granted the Earl of Glouchester's realm, holding a large swath of territory in southwestern England. Although these lands would be directly facing the threat of the Welsh, from another point of view, if the Kingdom of England wanted to make a conquest of Wales or Ireland, the port of Glouchester would be the most important starting point. There is no doubt that it was a sure-fire deal. For Henry II, he would have solidified his kingship over southwestern England. And for John, he would gain a large tract of land. "Go, John." Henry II's tone was full of trust, in his opinion, John had just turned 17 this year, which was the right age to be young and strong for a career. He believed that after John obtained the Earldom of Glouchester, he would definitely be able to do something. And John's answer also made Henry II very satisfied, "I will do this well, father." With Henry II nodding slightly, John also exited the room. As soon as he left the room, John saw a group of eloquent officials standing outside the door of the room, as if they were also waiting for Henry II's summons. After they saw John, they all fell to their knees and saluted, while John did not show any indication and passed straight through the crowd. "Go and get my escorts ready, we will leave for the Earl of Glouchester's domain tomorrow." John gave orders to the attendants beside him as he walked, "Take all my books with you, immediately, right away." After receiving the order, those attendants quickly got busy, and the whole Oxford Palace became cheerful and lively. One attendant after another ran to and fro, preparing John's baggage. As for Henry II, he quietly watched this scene with a great deal of emotion in his heart. "John has grown up." Henry II. very rarely looked at the comical clowns and singers, but said to the knight in waiting at his side, "He looks like a real man now, Rochese." "You say so, sire." The squire-knight's voice was low, and he didn't seem to care what his majesty was saying. Or, perhaps, he didn't care what His Majesty was speaking about. "He really changed a lot after that illness." Henry II's tone held both relief and a hint of a more complex emotion. He had just gone through the rebellion of his eldest son, Henry the Younger, and his other two sons were uneasy. What if John became a destabilizing factor as well? At the thought, Henry II shook his head, as if to shake these superfluous thoughts from his head.