Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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He maintained this position for a while, and only when he felt that Ambrina had finally relaxed did Ronan begin to move gently.

The two were tightly joined together, their moist, warm bodies colliding and pressing against each other.

Ambrina's body has a petite, controllable feel, yet also a perfectly voluptuous sensuality.

Elena is like a tomahawk steak, making you want to take big bites and tear it apart; Alice is like a small seafood appetizer, meant to be savored slowly; Dinia is an exquisite and rich dish, a perfect blend of meat and vegetables, which you can savor like a gourmet, or you can wolf it down like a hungry diner; Agustina is like smoked roast meat, with a hard, intense outer shell, but a soft, juicy interior.

Ambrina, on the other hand, is like a lightly grilled oyster topped with sea urchin and caviar.

The meat is tender and juicy, and the flavor is anything but monotonous.

"Ronan," Ambrina called Ronan's name softly.

"Hmm?" Ronan responded.

"We can hurry up," Ambrina whispered.

Ronan scooped Ambrina up in his arms, stood upright in the water, and had Ambrina wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. "Yes, my queen," he said, before beginning a rapid sprint.

The real first time begins here.

The next morning, near noon, when Ronan woke up, Ambrina was still lying next to him, kicking her legs in an unsightly sleeping posture.

Beside the bed, there were tattered black pantyhose that reeked of a fishy smell, white stockings with dry, yellowed toes, the only intact pair of flesh-colored open-crotch stockings with only slight runs and some spots, and another plain wedding dress that hadn't been chosen but was used as a sex toy, all bearing witness to last night's madness.

After lying there for a while, Ronan gently patted Ambrina to wake her up. "It's lunchtime, Annie."

Ambrina woke up, stretched, and stared at Ronan without saying a word.

"What?" Ronan asked curiously.

Ambrina placed her hand on Ronan's limp member. "I'm not eating anymore, I want to eat you."

Ronan couldn't help but laugh. "No, it was late last night. I don't know who was yelling like that. One minute they said they couldn't take it anymore, and the next they said they were going to kill me." At that time, Ronan was sucking on Ambrina's nipple, raising one of her legs high, and thrusting wildly. Ambrina's whole body felt like it was about to fall apart. She was completely disoriented and talking nonsense.

Ambrina glared at Ronan with a cute but fierce look, then acted like a spoiled little princess, "I don't remember saying that it was you who was panting like a dead dog."

Ronan patted Ambrina on the shoulder. "This afternoon."

Ambrina sat up. "I'm going to change my socks. If you dare to leave, don't ever come back in."

"Are you serious?" Ronan was also a little speechless.

A short while later, Ambrina changed into a pair of slightly thick pinkish-white pantyhose, with nothing underneath. Even though the pantyhose was quite thick, a dark patch of skin could still be seen at her genitals.

Her steps were a little unsteady, but she still made it over.

“I am your only wife, and I will always take the biggest share,” Ambrina emphasized.

“Understood, darling,” Ronan replied.

Chapter 336 Demolishing the House to Open Windows: Being the Boss is Tough; Whoever Opposes Is a Traitor

The day after Ronan and Ambrina's wedding, at a ministerial meeting that was more formal than substantive, which was equivalent to the morning court in Seris, in front of the King, the Prime Minister, the heads of various central departments, and important subordinates of each department, the outgoing governor Dinia proposed the establishment of a Ministry of the Interior and briefly explained the structure and powers of the Ministry of the Interior.

The result wasn't that everyone was against it, but rather that nobody agreed.

After the meeting, all the ministers and officials shared the same sentiment: quickly appoint a governor for Dinia, let her do whatever she wants, but don't let her enter the central government, or it will never end.

A day later, a meeting was held before the emperor.

The King, the Prime Minister, Dinia, Ambrina, the Prime Minister, several ministers, and Ronan, who was there as a figurehead, were having a meeting in that small room.

Prime Minister Alexander was mentally prepared. Before the meeting, he had also spoken with several ministers. Because there was nothing a king who was dying but not quite dead was incapable of doing. He was really not someone to mess with. If he wanted to force something, there was no way to stop him. The consequence of trying to stop him would be that he would kill his own people.

But to their surprise, the king looked sleepy, and it was Crown Princess Ambrina who spoke first. “I remember more than half a month ago, the Minister of Finance said that the Ministry of Finance was short of money. I wonder if this is because the people under the Ministry of Finance are responsible for too many things. I have a somewhat immature idea to separate the tax department and establish a new department.”

Prime Minister Alexander was suddenly under immense pressure. The Finance Minister would certainly oppose the proposal; no one would willingly reduce their power. But as Prime Minister, he could not object.

The reason is simple: splitting up the Ministry of Finance will create another powerful department, which is equivalent to adding another position in the central government. This is not a bad thing for the entire bureaucratic group, but for a few officials in charge of taxation in the Ministry of Finance, it is a great thing.

The principle is just as Carl's father, Marcus, said: if the leader of an interest group cannot take care of the interests of the majority of that interest group, then his position will not be stable.

Since the Prime Minister could not express his opinion, only the Finance Minister could speak out. "Your Highness, doing so will undoubtedly affect the normal operation of the Ministry of Finance. Of course, if you think it is necessary, then a planning group can be set up to make a sound plan, and then the agency can be reorganized. That is my personal opinion."

This was a seasoned bureaucrat; he didn't refuse outright, but instead said he needed to make a plan. What planning group, what a consolidation group—basically, he said, "I can agree to it, but it needs to be planned." As for how long that planning would take, only God knows.

Ronan watched and used his finger to give Ambrina a secret signal.

Ambrina pulled out her prepared response, "Wouldn't it be more reasonable to have the person in charge of taxes do this?"

The finance minister fell silent instantly.

He wasn't speechless; he didn't become minister based on his professional skills. With his abilities, he could easily ramble on with long, complex sentences, or even say something that would leave Ambrina speechless. But at this moment, he had already guessed the princess's intention to split up the Ministry of Finance.

Since that's the case, there's no point in dwelling on this issue anymore.

As he expected, Dinia, who was standing nearby, brought up the Ministry of the Interior again.

The Minister of Agriculture and the Minister of Civil Affairs, who had not spoken at the previous ministerial meeting, immediately came out to express their support. They were in unison, saying that the issue of workers and peasants was a major problem for the kingdom. In recent years, there had been many riots caused by conflicts between landlords and peasants, and merchants and workers. These could have been avoided, but the Ministry of Agriculture and the Ministry of Civil Affairs had no law enforcement power and could not even mediate. In the end, they could only watch as the conflict escalated into a violent conflict, and then the police and even the army had to come to solve the problem.

The Ministry of the Interior has the Bureau of Workers, Peasants and Merchants Security, which can handle these matters. Even if it can't handle them, there's the Post Office, which can report the matter promptly.

The Prime Minister stood by without saying a word. The Minister of Agriculture and the Minister of Civil Affairs were both staunch supporters of the King. Even without a reason, they would still support the Ministry of the Interior.

The Ministry of the Interior is the tool by which the King controls the country's politics and economy in order to further centralize power. However, the two departments within the Ministry of the Interior, the Inspectorate and the General Directorate of National Security, are simply too conspicuous to the bureaucratic group.

Dinia spoke again, "The Prime Minister's Office has many temporary special envoys who go to various places to investigate the situation. If the Ministry of the Interior is established, I personally think that the Director of the Inspectorate can be selected from these people. Of course, it would be best if His Majesty the Prime Minister recommended him."

Prime Minister Alexander frowned. The head of the Inspectorate was coming from his side, and if he didn't agree, the other group probably wouldn't.

It's true what they say: the boss is often just a figurehead; every day when he opens his eyes, dozens of people are waiting for him to serve him.

The Prime Minister understood perfectly well that if he agreed, he could profit from this opportunity; if he didn't, although his subordinates could keep him in check, they would inevitably be dissatisfied.

Before the Prime Minister could speak, Dinia spoke again, "The postal system has been established, but local relationships are complicated. I think we need a nobleman of sufficient prestige to manage the post office."

They're resorting to the same old trick, dragging nobles in to cause trouble again.

With things having come to this point, the Prime Minister knew that if he didn't agree, the topic would have to go back to splitting up the Ministry of Finance.

After a moment's thought, the Prime Minister spoke up, "In order to deal with some of the current problems, it is indeed necessary to establish a department like the Ministry of the Interior, and the position of Minister should be filled by someone with experience. I personally think that Ms. Dinya is very suitable."

You just want this position, here you go.

The Prime Minister then changed the subject, saying, "However, I think it is necessary to have a comprehensive and thorough discussion on the Ministry of Industry, Agriculture and Commerce and the National Security Department."

Just then, Ambrina suddenly interjected, "For the Bureau of Workers, Peasants and Merchants' Security, I recommend my husband, Ronan."

This statement stunned the Prime Minister, several ministers, and even the King's staunch supporters, the Minister of Agriculture and the Minister of Civil Affairs.

They all thought Ronan was a suitable advisor to Ambrina, the future queen, and that he would most likely retire behind the scenes and leave the bureaucracy after marriage. Why would he continue to be an official?

Ambriina pretended not to understand and asked, "Is there a problem? When Ronan was the Secretary General of New Sea City, he made great achievements in manufacturing, agriculture, and commerce. He did the same when he went to the New World colony and achieved very good results."

“Your Highness, there is no precedent for this in the kingdom,” the Prime Minister said.

“What do you mean no?” Ambrina retorted. “Lorence’s mistress’s brother can be a general, but my husband can’t even hold an official position? Is there no law anymore?”

This this……

Everyone was stunned. Even Lucien covered his face, and Ronan's jaw dropped. God the Father, that wasn't something he taught him.

"Hmph, are you all unhappy because my husband dismantled some rebel groups?"

Ambrina's tone became increasingly aggressive, implying that anyone who opposed her was a traitor, and no one could tolerate that.

Dinia glanced at Ronan, her meaning clear: You've corrupted people.

Ronan shrugged innocently, blaming it all on Ambrina's exceptional self-learning ability.

Chapter 337 Trying to smooth things over and make a deal—neither of them are good people.

Ambrina's performance went a bit overboard, even bordering on unreasonable.

However, Ronan understood Ambrina. After all, she was just a young woman in her early twenties, new to politics. She had tasted success in the wedding incident, which made her think she was very capable. Moreover, she used the same tactic of labeling that Ronan had repeatedly found effective. She probably didn't think there was anything wrong with her attitude.

It can only be said that she is still too inexperienced, unable to grasp the nuances, and somewhat unable to see the situation clearly.

If she continues to say a few more things like this, the Prime Minister will have no choice but to stand up and confront her, not because of Ronan, but because he needs to uphold the authority of the bureaucracy and make her, the future queen, understand one thing: this country can be ruled by her, or it can not.

Lucien looked at his daughter, Ambrina, who resembled him just as he had ascended the throne. In fact, his daughter, who was younger than him back then, was even more shrewd and eloquent than he had been. However, just like him back then, she was impatient, naive, and somewhat arrogant.

Ronan felt he couldn't continue being a figurehead. "Anri, I swear on my honor that everyone present and absent has nothing to do with what happened before. Let bygones be bygones, right, Your Excellency?"

Prime Minister Alexander glanced at Ronan, reluctant to respond.

Ronan was a man he couldn't understand. His style of doing things was that of a seasoned bureaucrat, and his public statements showed that he was a supporter of democracy. But his long-term association with Dinia, an unstable element, made it impossible to figure out what kind of person he was.

He had a feeling that he was about to say something even more shocking, so he didn't want to respond.

But if Ronan tries to smooth things over and he doesn't accept it, it could lead to a conflict.

“The Marquis of Rhine is right,” Prime Minister Alexander replied.

“I think there is someone very suitable for the position of Director of the Bureau of Industry, Agriculture, Commerce and Security. She is engaged in some handicraft manufacturing in the capital and has a lot of prestige among the farmers in the surrounding towns.” Ronan paused deliberately. “She is Ms. Isabel.”

There are many women named Isabelle, but Ronan was referring to none other than Princess Isabelle, who was recently demoted to commoner status.

But everyone in the capital knows that this princess is a cruel person who committed the heinous crime of murdering her own mother.

"This..." The finance minister uttered a sound, but he regretted it as soon as he spoke. Given his character, he shouldn't have been unable to remain silent, but he had been targeted too harshly today, and his mind was in turmoil.

"What is this?" Ronan feigned ignorance at first, then looked as if he had just realized something. "The Minister wouldn't believe those rumors in the capital, like plotting a coup or assassinating the Queen. How could that be? She just made some mistakes. But it's not convenient for me to talk about it here."

"However, even a wise man like the minister believes such rumors. It seems necessary to do something to prove that she has nothing to do with those rumors, such as making her an official."

Even if the minister hadn't lost his composure, Ronan would still have said those words if no one else had agreed.

This is about throwing the problem at them.

Is Isabel innocent? If so, then she should take action to prove the rumors false.

What? You're saying Isabel isn't innocent? Then that's a vicious attack on the royal family. Think about what kind of crime that is.

Just then, someone suddenly said, "What does the rumor have to do with letting her become an official? Just prohibit the spread of rumors and make a public clarification, that's all."

This sentence instantly attracted everyone's attention, and almost everyone looked at the speaker as if he were a fool.

The person speaking was the Minister of the Ministry of Commerce and Industry. The Prime Minister deeply regretted bringing this guy along. This guy was the kind of useless person in officialdom who had no business acumen, mediocre political skills, but had a good background and good luck.

Ronan was practically laughing. "Oh, really? What if taking measures like banning it and making a public clarification not only fails to achieve the desired effect but also makes the public pay more attention to this matter? Will you take responsibility, Minister?"

The minister, however, showed no sign of backing down. Instead, he retorted, "Will the Marquis of Rhine's method be enough to clear her name?"

“Once Isabel is placed in this position, time will heal all wounds, unless someone deliberately causes trouble,” Ronan replied.

The Prime Minister suddenly interjected, "Personally, I think the Marquis of Rheinland is more suitable for the position of Director of the Bureau of Protection of Industry, Agriculture and Commerce."

"Thank you for your support, Prime Minister. I think it's best to put the National Security Department on hold for now. After all, it's a department that will infringe on people's freedom to some extent. I personally think we should be cautious to avoid causing irreparable harm."

Ronan agreed to take the directorship and then shelved another bureau.

The transaction and compromise were completed simply like that.

Prime Minister Alexander remained calm. In fact, if Ambrina hadn't spoken in that manner earlier, he would have agreed long ago.

What he really wanted to fight for wasn't the position.

"The initial expenses and subsequent funding for the new department will likely be a considerable sum, which will require the Ministry of Finance to make some effort. I will also try my best to find a way to manage the manpower situation."

He knew very well that he couldn't actually stop the establishment of the Ministry of the Interior, and taking over the Inspectorate was already his limit. Even this position was probably only temporary. The National Security Bureau would be established sooner or later, and it would most likely fall into Isabel's hands.

From the beginning, he only made a token effort to argue. There was nothing he could do; he was the prime minister, and sometimes he had to sway his body and make it seem like the carriage was still moving forward.

His goal was actually twofold: first, to control the Ministry of the Interior's funding through the Ministry of Finance, thereby limiting the Ministry of the Interior.

Commonly known as being held back.

And, putting their own people into the new department.

Commonly known as "mixing in sand".

“Of course,” Ronan replied with a smile.

It doesn't matter if the Ministry of Finance doesn't give money, the Ministry of the Interior already has it, why can't he get funding? Then Ronan might as well quit being an official and find a place to grow sweet potatoes.

This prime minister is not bad, but he is limited by the times. He misjudged Ronan's ability to make money.

Was Ronan just an ordinary corrupt official?

Ronan even guessed what the Prime Minister was thinking: after the Ministry of the Interior was established, he would, on the one hand, have the Ministry of Finance withhold funds, forcing Ronan to raise money himself, and on the other hand, he would imply to the Director of the Inspectorate to keep a close eye on internal spending, and then use the Inspectorate to find fault with Ronan, forcing him to compromise again and allowing his people to occupy more important positions.

But the question is, is Ronan the kind of person who would be caught red-handed for making money? What a joke.

"It seems there's nothing more to discuss. Meeting adjourned," said King Lucien.

Everyone bowed and then left.