Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“Work hard and serve your country,” Isabel replied.

"Really?" Ronan asked with a hint of mockery.

Isabel laughed too. "If that's all there is to it, then I wouldn't be myself. I want to take charge of the Ministry of the Interior and establish a petitioning mechanism so that the voices of the grassroots can truly be heard and that the people of this country can truly support us so-called spies."

“Actually, I’ve always been curious.” Ronan paused, “How could a princess like you have these thoughts? It can’t be just the influence of Dinia, can it?”

Isabel moved closer to Ronan without him realizing it. "Have you ever heard the story that a noble lady is kind-hearted and can't stand cattle and horses? When she sees cattle or horses, she takes three steps back and then tears off a piece of bread and throws it away. I'm not kind at all, so I think I'd rather go over and deal with cattle and horses. After seeing so many cattle and horses, some thoughts naturally come to mind."

"How about we sit by the river?" Ronan invited.

“Mm,” Isabel replied.

The two walked towards the river.

Soon, the two arrived at the riverbank. It was very quiet there, with the only movement being the shimmering moonlight on the water.

Chapter 422 Who's better, me or my sister-in-law?

A gentle breeze blew.

Sitting on the embankment slope, Ronan turned his head and asked, "Do you think it's the moonlight illuminating the breeze, or the wind inviting the moonlight to dance?"

Pfft, Isabel, sitting next to her, covered her mouth.

"What are you laughing at?" Ronan asked.

Isabel suppressed her laughter. "It's just an accident. Someone with such poor artistic taste as you can actually spout a few words."

“When Anri was pregnant, I helped her write the stage play, and I learned a thing or two from her,” Ronan said. “However, I still prefer the stage plays you put together.”

Neither of them wrote plays that were traditional, with strong religious overtones or hero-and-beauty themes.

Ambrina's style is typical of female writers: cheerful, small and beautiful, a projection of her idealized pastoral life.

Isabelle Huppert, on the other hand, writes about ordinary people in a great era, using the past to satirize the present, revealing another side of the nation.

"But you still chose her, didn't you?"

Isabelle asked in a slightly girlish tone.

"Putting aside political considerations, I also really like Anli. She is a woman who won't cause men any trouble, and you could say she's the ideal type of wife."

Ronan was speaking from the heart.

Ambrina trusted Ronan almost entirely in politics, was quite indulgent in matters of women, and as a feudal monarch, she never acted recklessly, except for occasionally scolding the prime minister.

“Constantly mentioning another woman in front of a woman is very likely to provoke her,” Isabel said.

"So you're angry?" Ronan asked.

Isabel didn't answer immediately. Instead, she turned over and straddled Ronan's lap, facing him almost face to face. "Yes, I'm angry."

“You’re starting to resemble that princess from when we first met.”

Ronan said.

At that time, Isabel was sharp and confident, openly displaying her ambitions, and every move she made proclaimed that she wanted to be the queen.

Isabel moved even closer, her nose almost touching Ronan's. "Perhaps, you really are the one who can help me out of the shadows."

Faced with such imminent approach, Ronan showed no sign of flinching, neither in his body nor in his eyes. "Perhaps."

The next moment, Isabel's lips pressed against Ronan's, and then she wrapped her arms around him.

Ronan, who had been holding his arms flat, also raised his arms and hugged Isabel.

Soon, the two tore off their thick woolen overcoats, tossed them aside, and began an even more passionate kiss.

Ronan slipped one hand under his skirt and began to caress Isabel's firm, shapely thighs clad in pantyhose. Isabel, in turn, reached her hand under Ronan's clothes and caressed his strong abdominal muscles.

Before they knew it, the two of them were down to their innermost shirts. Ronan's shirt was disheveled, and Isabel's shirt was completely open, revealing her bra and the high-waisted pantyhose that peeked out from under her skirt, tucking her lower abdomen in.

"Shall we go somewhere else?" Ronan asked.

“No need,” Isabelle insisted, afraid that the spark she had finally mustered the courage to ignite would be extinguished once she moved to a different place.

Ronan pulled down his pants and, when he touched Isabel's lower body, found that it was already somewhat wet and sticky.

Just as they were about to turn Isabel over, she resisted, saying, "I want to be on top."

Isabel stood up, quickly took off her skirt, tore the crotch of her pantyhose, and pressed herself against Ronan.

The moonlight slanted across Ronan, who was completely backlit, while Isabel was illuminated on one side and dimly lit on the other. Part of her bronze pantyhose was illuminated by the moonlight, making her look like she was wearing silver stockings evenly sprinkled with silver powder, while the other part was not illuminated, making her look like she was wearing black stockings.

The object pressed against Isabel's opening, and she wanted to go all the way in, but it was difficult.

But she steeled herself and sat down anyway. In that instant, she felt as if she were being tortured, as if she were being torn in two and her whole body was being pierced through.

She buried her head in Ronan's arms, remaining motionless and gritting her teeth without making a sound.

Ronan gently kneaded Isabel's round, firm, and perky buttocks, which were bound by pantyhose, with both hands, allowing her to slowly relax.

After a long while, Isabel finally raised her head, as if she had been holding her breath for a long time, and took a few deep breaths.

"Why are you being so rude?" Ronan laughed.

"I'm rude?" Isabel retorted indignantly. "It's you who's rude."

"I didn't do anything," Ronan said innocently.

"Hmph." Isabel snorted and pinched Ronan's thigh hard.

Ronan didn't speak, but continued to caress her.

Suddenly, Isabel placed her hands on Ronan's shoulders. "What was her reaction the first time?" The "she" she was referring to was, of course, Ambrina.

“She was enjoying herself and was very active,” Ronan said truthfully.

When Isabel heard this, her pupils dilated. It was exactly the same reaction as when a man asks a married woman who is better between her and her husband, and the answer he receives is "my husband is better."

Isabel immediately started moving, but her movements were very clumsy and somewhat forced. She didn't speak, but it was as if she was saying, "I'll fuck you to death."

To Ronan, this act of bravado was rather endearing.

"Uh, Isa, I, I can't take it anymore." Ronan pretended to be a "housewife who couldn't take it anymore."

Even though she was already somewhat delirious, Isabel saw through Ronan's acting and bit his shoulder, yelling, "You bastard!"

After being scolded, Ronan used his waist and abdomen to thrust upwards, causing Isabel to cry out and quickly cover her mouth.

Ronan grabbed Isabel's waist with both hands and began to drive her upwards like a high-speed pile driver.

Instantly, Isabel's buttocks, locked within her pantyhose, trembled rapidly from the impact. She gripped Ronan's shoulder tightly with one hand to maintain her balance, while covering her mouth with the other to stifle any sound.

After a while, she couldn't bear it any longer. She buried her head in Ronan's arms, clung to him tightly with both hands, and slumped down, motionless, letting Ronan do as he pleased.

Ronan didn't deliberately use any techniques to prolong the time; once he got into the zone, he just went for it and ejaculated.

After a long while, Isabel recovered and asked, "What happened to her after she was done?"

"Huh?" Ronan didn't expect Isabel to still be pressing the issue. "You want the truth?"

“Of course!” Isabel emphasized loudly.

“Anli can do it again,” Ronan replied.

Isabel was stunned. "Are you and her animals?" She really didn't understand how anyone could do this, and she didn't understand why she was like this either.

"I'll take you to see it another day," Ronan said.

"Huh?" Isabel was stunned for a moment.

“You might not know this, but Anri wanted me to sleep with you a long time ago,” Ronan said. “Maybe you two will be together someday.”

"Ha, she just has more experience. How could I be worse than her, a shut-in like her?" Isabel said defiantly. "Let's go again."

"Again?" Ronan asked.

“Come!” Isabel said. “Even if I die here today, I’m coming.”

Chapter 423 Letting Go: Two Girls, Two Conversations

In the end, there was no second time.

Ronan accompanied the unsteady Isabel home. Along the way, Isabel would sometimes walk behind Ronan, muttering about his "crimes" since he came to power, and other times she would walk in front of him, talking to herself about her own funny stories from the past.

She was talkative and relaxed; wrapped in a wrinkled uniform still covered in dirt and grass, was a girl who was both mature and immature. She seemed to have let go of her worries.

When they returned to Isabel's place, Golan and Ashley had already left.

Ronan stayed behind and didn't leave.

Meanwhile, at Alice's residence.

Alice was still reading documents by the light of an oil lamp. The Security Bureau did not have the authority to supervise, investigate, or vet officials, much less to characterize them. The previous series of actions were merely labeled as "threats to national security."

They were dragged into the education center for "education" under the pretext of "secrecy".

The supervisory bureau is the only department capable of investigating officials.

However, Cheney, a former member of the Prime Minister's party and a well-known pragmatist, was either late or left early, or spoke in long, complicated sentences. He ignored the hints sent by officials from various departments and never expressed his support for Alice, who belonged to Ronan's party.

But the Oversight Bureau has to clean up the mess left by the Security Bureau's misdeeds, so Alice has been very busy these past few months, often having to work overtime at home.

"What are you doing here dressed like this so late at night?" Alice's first words to her sister, Glonge, were quite rude.

“Seducing men,” Golan replied.

Alice put down one document, rubbed her eyes, and picked up another. "That has nothing to do with me."

“I think so too.” Grand pulled up a chair and sat down opposite her sister Alice. “But he thinks it has something to do with you.”

Alice put down the documents, turned around, and looked at her sister, Grandma. "Just take that as my agreement, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Golan stood up. "Very good, remember what you said." With that, Golan turned to leave.

"Stop!" Alice called out to her sister.

Golan stopped. "I just don't understand why you're objecting?"

"Haven't you ever thought about finding a proper husband?" Alice asked.

“No, absolutely not,” Golan answered with absolute certainty. “Do I need such a thing? Ronan is my family. I don’t need any other family, including you.”

“Then you don’t need to be his mistress,” Alice said. “You’re young and beautiful now, but what about later?”

Golan laughed, completely unconcerned about that. "In the future? I thought that at the level of magic, one wouldn't grow old until at least forty, and not as an old woman, but as a mature woman. Besides, with such a long time, I don't believe I can't learn that method of immortality."

"By the way, I don't need to be his mistress, but do you? Why don't you just find a proper husband?"

Golan countered with a question.

With a sigh of relief, Alice stood up. "Since you are so determined, I have no reason to object. But I sincerely hope that you don't get too deeply involved in a place like the Security Bureau, and don't think that becoming his lover will make you more reckless and persecute innocent people."

Golan was immediately enraged. "Whom have I persecuted? Those corrupt officials?"

"Don't think I don't know, you've arrested some scholars recently," Alice said bluntly.

Upon hearing this, Golan became even more uncomfortable. "Are you saying we've made a mistake by arresting someone who criticizes the country?"

“I’ve been an official for a few more years than you, and I’ve spent several years in the supervisory department. I’ve learned a word: overreach. If you arrest these people today, tomorrow your subordinates will arbitrarily distort some statements and then arrest people on the same grounds as a reward for promotion,” Alice said. “You’ve always looked up to Ronan, but unfortunately, you haven’t really learned anything.”

“If your department cannot stand on the moral high ground, it is not even qualified to be a tool.”

"To kill someone, you must first destroy their spirit, understand?"

"They just arrested people directly, making it seem like those people were taken away by lackeys for speaking out for justice."

"You still have a lot to learn, my dear sister."

"Oh, by the way, if you're going to wear this outfit, change into a pair of purple satin heels with gold embroidery, and change your underwear to the same color. That's all I can tell you." With that, Alice walked towards the bedroom, preparing to go to sleep.

Meanwhile, Ashley was in a cemetery.

She stood before her mother's grave. She was very young when her mother passed away from illness. At that time, she was not surprised that her mother, who was just an embroidery worker and did not live a particularly frugal life, could afford a considerable sum of money for medical treatment.

Her mother was lucky because instead of a professional doctor, a magician was consulted, and she passed away peacefully.

If a professional doctor is consulted, there's a high probability that before death, one will experience what it means to be worse than dead.

She gained magic when her mother passed away.

Later, she made a living by stealing. At first, she worked alone, but it was too time-consuming and laborious for her to handle everything herself, from finding targets to stealing and selling the stolen goods. Soon after, she formed a small gang mainly composed of children. Later, as the gang grew bigger and stronger, selling the stolen goods became a problem because some stolen items could not be sold easily. For example, porcelain was something that ordinary people could not afford and could only be sold to wealthy people, but she did not know any wealthy people.

Quite coincidentally, the day after she met a prominent figure on the street, a man claiming to be her father came to her. Ashley immediately recognized him as a man of status, but his simple attire suggested he was likely an official pretending to be incorruptible.

At that time, Ashley, who was still very young, said something that she still finds incredibly embarrassing: "Although you are only my father by blood, I am willing to give you a chance to make money." This was the first thing she said to Lucien, who was already the king at the time.