Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Then, she became Isabel's maid.

Back to the present.

Ashley looked at the tombstone, its epitaph barely legible in the darkness, and said, “I remember making a childish vow at your grave: to gain power and status so that those who looked down on me would grovel before their eyes, and to find a husband who would be devoted to me, unlike you who found such an unreliable lover.”

"I've accomplished the first half, but the second half is simply too naive."

"It's impossible for all childish fantasies to be fulfilled."

"However, there were also unexpected gains. I actually became friends with Isa, and even made a new friend named Golan."

“If all goes well, I’ll become his lover in a few days. Although I’ll be the ‘vice-king,’ I’ll be more of a king than your king in every way. At least he’ll come once every two weeks, unlike yours, which might not even come once a year.”

May you rest in peace in heaven, my dearest mother.

After saying that, Ashley left.

She will have to get up early tomorrow to bring gifts and ask Elena some questions about Ronan.

As an assassin, she is incredibly flexible, which is said to be an exciting skill, but as a spinster in her early twenties, Ashley doesn't know how to utilize her strengths.

Therefore, seeking advice is absolutely necessary.

Chapter 424 Perspective, Seeking Advice, Goddaughter

When Ashley met Elena, Elena was at the construction site.

This project involves not only rebuilding the residential areas, roads, and municipal facilities, including drainage, in the eastern part of the capital that were damaged by the "White Tower Incident," but also expanding outwards to create a rather large industrial area.

Elena wasn't the only one acting as supervisor; there were two other people whose positions were much higher than Elena's lowly secretary.

Currently, the kingdom's central government is mainly divided into three factions, so naturally, there are also three people in charge of supervising this major project.

The largest faction consists of orthodox officials, led by the prime minister. They entered the civil service through examinations, worked their way up from local to central government positions, and held important posts in various departments. The faction is large but loosely organized, with shared interests, but each member has their own interests.

His leader is the position of prime minister, not the prime minister himself.

The reason the Prime Minister can control various departments is that the General Secretariat of the Prime Minister's Office sends secretaries to each department.

A puppeteer who controls a large number of marionettes with strings; while he controls the puppets with strings, the puppets are also controlling him with strings.

After carefully reading the royal history, Ronan discovered that the Golden Eagle Dynasty, which lasted for more than 300 years, had only produced two or three truly incompetent rulers. This could only be explained by divine intervention. It was thanks to the efforts of successive monarchs that the position of prime minister was effectively abolished, allowing the king to truly hold power today.

The second faction was the aristocratic faction.

Although many high-ranking officials were of noble birth, they were not local nobles. True local nobles could not hold high-ranking positions in the kingdom.

However, those who have entered the central government through special channels can be seen as intermediaries for the central government to transmit signals to the local areas, and at the same time, they are also the representatives of the local interests in the central government.

These people don't have much official authority, but they have a lot of influence.

After all, the kingdom has a three-court council at the city level, whose core members are nobles, magicians, and priests.

Priests and magicians are generally passive and will not speak unless their own interests are threatened, so the people who make decisions in the council are mainly local nobles.

The third faction is the New Party.

The New Party is ostensibly led by Dinia and Ronan, and based in the Ministry of the Interior. It appears to have few members, but this is not actually the case.

During his conquest of the throne, Ronan smoothly recruited a group of anti-aristocratic democratic elites and also brought over the emerging capitalists who had initially pinned their hopes on the Queen's party. Then, his beloved father-in-law, the late King Lucien, provided the final boost by demoting Isabelle to a commoner and sending her to the new party, but without touching the conservative faction and young military officers who had previously been loyal to her. These individuals then joined the new party as well. Subsequently, Ronan poached some "restless" individuals from other departments, and with the endorsement of Stefan, one of the three leaders, he recruited a group of magicians.

Plus, Queen Ambrina is backing them up.

The New Party has become a powerful force in the central government.

"Oh? You're asking about that?"

Elena was completely taken aback when Ashley came to ask her about this; she had assumed Ashley was just relaying a message.

“How did you… Oh, I see.” Elena wanted to ask Ashley why she didn’t ask Agustina, who was closer to her, but before she could even ask, Elena understood.

Ashley is also a very well-endowed woman, with large breasts, a big butt, thick thighs, and thin calves. Putting aside her appearance, her figure is completely a smaller version of hers.

“Let’s talk somewhere else,” Elena said, gesturing for Ashley to move aside.

Ashley took a small notebook and carefully wrote down Elena's teachings.

At the same time, in Ronan's study on the second floor of his house.

Ronan was standing, and Golan was squatting in front of him.

At this moment, Golan had taken off her dark purple mage robe and was wearing a bodysuit with gold trim and pinkish-purple stockings. The lower part of the bodysuit was almost a thong, barely covering her crotch area. The upper part was a low-cut bra, not very large, but it completely supported her round and firm breasts, exposing her cleavage. The stockings were worn inside the bodysuit, not on the outside, so her entire stockinged legs were fully exposed.

Golan clung to Ronan's leg, swallowing and spitting repeatedly.

Her technique was clumsy, but she was extremely absorbed in it, as if she wanted to dissolve the thing and swallow it whole.

Half a day later, Ronan pulled Granny up, then turned her around, pressed her down on the desk, and pulled open the underwear part of her bodysuit to reveal what was inside.

The area covered by a layer of purple stockings was rosy and tender. Golan also had a lot of hair, but unlike Ambrina's thick, shiny black hair, hers was more like fine, soft down.

Ronan didn't rush in; instead, he squatted down and began to lick and tease through a layer of purple pantyhose with his tongue.

After a while, when it was completely wet, Ronan finally untied the stockings and inserted his head inside.

"Ugh, ah, Daddy, it's so big, so hot," Golan groaned.

Ronan slapped Golan's bottom hard, making the round, fleshy bottom bounce back and forth. "Stop messing around."

Golan turned her head and said coquettishly, "I have always been Daddy's good daughter."

"I'm really scared of you." Ronan sighed, grabbing Gorlan's breast with one hand through her soft bra, and grasping half of her buttocks with the other, thrusting in halfway.

In an instant, her inner garment was filled, and she instinctively squeezed her legs together, but the pain intensified.

Ronan leaned forward, embraced Golan with both hands, and stroked and kissed her to help her relax.

"Dad, do it, do it to me, do it hard, don't worry about me, I'm just a bad kid," Golan said incoherently.

Ronan reached out and pinched Grandine's cheek. "If you keep making a fuss, I'll pull it out, and you can play by yourself."

After a warning, Golan finally stopped talking nonsense.

Ronan also began a slow, rhythmic thrusting, deep and shallow, just like her sister Alice. At first, the inside of the Gloria was narrow and short, requiring force to push forward, but it could quickly lengthen and had excellent elasticity, providing a strong feedback with each thrust.

Gradually, Golan started calling for her father again, but Ronan, who was already engrossed in the moment, didn't stop her anymore. Instead, because of her cries, he became more violent, spreading her buttocks apart with both hands, causing her purple stockings to tear. He watched as her little chrysanthemum throbbed inside the purple stockings, and continued to penetrate deeper and faster.

Under Ronan's torment, Golan's cries began to carry a painful yet joyful sob, "Ah, Papa, love me, love me, ruin me."

As Ronan began to feel that sensation, he withdrew. Suddenly, a wave of emptiness washed over her. In an instant, Goran turned around and jumped onto Ronan, locking him in place with her arms and legs. She even used her toes to exert force, unable to control her magic. She tore her purple stockings, leaving them riddled with holes and ripped. Then, she freed one hand, reached down, grabbed his penis, and stuffed it inside.

Grandine's seductive actions aroused Ronan, who held her back and began to thrust violently.

Each strike seemed designed to send Grandan flying, and Grandan had to grip Ronan tightly to keep him from slipping away.

Finally, Golan became dazed and lost in thought, her lips slightly parted, her eyes rolled back, and she uttered incomprehensible words.

Chapter 425 Playing Around, Construction Site, Helping Out a Little

Just as he was about to ejaculate, Ronan pulled out, turned Golan around, and sprayed more than a dozen streams of semen onto her already ranchy stockings.

Golan braced her hands on the table, head bowed, panting heavily. Her purple pantyhose were soaked through; she hadn't ejaculated, but the wetness was constant.

Having recovered slightly, Golan rested one hand on the table beside her, dipped her finger in the white fluid with the other hand, and then put it in her mouth and took a sip.

Enraptured, frowning, smiling—Gollan's expression changed three times in a short span of time.

Ronan could only manage a wry smile.

Grand slumped into Ronan's chair. "I was thinking of doing it again, but I have to leave some for Ashley."

"Oh?" Ronan asked, puzzled.

“She’s my friend.” Golan said, looking like she was considering her friend’s feelings.

Ronan nodded, put on his pants and coat, went to the side to get Gallen's coat and handed it to her, then turned around and said, "You rest, I'll make you a cup of coffee and get you some desserts."

"I want to eat chocolate cream puffs," Grandine exclaimed like a child.

"This has to be made fresh, there's no time for that now." Ronan originally wanted to toast some bread slices, and then Lin would add some honey on them as a small dessert. That wouldn't be difficult. Making cream puffs would be troublesome, as it would require kneading the dough and melting the chocolate. By the time everything was ready, it would be lunchtime.

Golan didn't care at all. "I'll just wait."

After lunch, in the afternoon, Grande successfully ate the chocolate cream puffs made by Ronan himself.

Ronan then went to the construction site.

According to Golan, Ashley is over there.

The layout of the capital city varies not only in the four rings but also in the east, west, north, and south. Generally speaking, the west is wealthier because the port cities in the west transport goods by water and land, making it a distribution center for goods. The north is where the royal palace is located, which goes without saying. The south has a cathedral and theaters, while the east is relatively poorer, especially the areas not near the riverbank, which can be considered one of the poorest parts of the capital.

The current construction site is located in such a poor place.

When Ronan arrived, the workers at the construction site were having dinner.

It was supposed to be dinner, but it was only four in the afternoon. The portion was tiny: potato soup with a little cheap coarse salt and soybean oil, and what about the seasoning? Don't even dream about it. Then there was half a piece of hard bread that could kill someone. This was normal; these days, poor people don't eat dinner. They eat at four in the afternoon on the construction site because they have to work until dark.

We won't work overtime after dark, because these days lighting facilities are worth far more than the workers' worthless lives.

It can only be said that technology hasn't reached that point yet. If there were cheap kerosene lamps and some kind of medicine, the workers would definitely be taking drugs and working overtime.

Soon, Ronan met Ashley.

Ashley was dressed rather simply: a beige long-sleeved cotton shirt, a grey wool vest, a grey woolen long coat, a grey woolen long skirt, dark brown stockings, and over that, a pair of maroon ribbed cotton socks. On her feet were low-heeled dark brown suede ankle boots with thin straps. Most women from reasonably well-off families, but not quite wealthy, dressed like her, except that other women would usually wear some inexpensive jewelry and add some brightly colored, flashy decorations to their dresses.

The capital city is a place that loves fashion and extravagance. Not to mention those with a little money who will try their best to decorate themselves, even the poor who can only wear tattered cotton clothes will try to get some nice things, regardless of gender.

The two were a little awkward during their first meeting alone.

Ashley was usually a talkative person, to the point of being somewhat unrestrained, and Ronan thought she would ramble on and on. However, she became a listener who could only nod and hum in response. For more than an hour, Ronan did almost all the talking.

Ashley suddenly became more talkative during dinner.

The place for dinner was a semi-open-air tavern, which you could call a roadside stall. The dishes were also in the style of a roadside stall, with plenty of meat, ingredients, and milk.

The only dish that was relatively light was Princess Chicken Cutlet.

Princess Chicken was invented by Princess Ambrina. The chicken thighs are deboned, pounded, then pierced with holes and marinated with salt and pepper. After that, they are deep-fried until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and finally sweet and spicy sauce is poured on top.

Despite being fried food, this chicken cutlet is much lighter than sauces made with large lumps of butter or dishes made with large chunks of cheese.

Actually, this dish was created thanks to Ronan. It was Ronan who experimented with soybeans, which made oil cheaper.

The open-air tavern is not far from the construction site, and the foremen of the construction site all come here for dinner. As foremen, even the lowest-ranking ones do not eat the same food as the workers.

Ashley was very familiar with the short owner here.

The short man was one of her underlings when she was in a gang, but he later became a legitimate member of the gang.

Over the years, Ashley had contacted him a few times, but she never revealed her true identity, only saying that she worked as a housekeeper in the home of a wealthy young lady.

After chatting for a few minutes, the owner brought over two glasses of dark beer and went about his own business.

Soon everyone left. The foremen ate quickly, rushing off to some place, because if they were late, there wouldn't be any cheap and delicious food left.

Only Ronan and Ashley's table remained, the fewest people there, but the one that ordered the most food.

At this moment, the owner brought over a plate of seafood in soy sauce and a bottle of brandy.

The soy sauce was something Ronan had experimented with for many years, but the soy sauce here was a clone, made by simmering onions, carrots, and celery in soy sauce. Ambrina liked this method of cooking small seafood with a little oil, and the nobles followed suit. Once the nobles liked it, the word spread quickly.

Ashley used a fictionalized account to talk about her recent situation, and the short boss really thought she was now a school teacher training civil servants.

"Boss, do you know anyone in the fishing guild?" the short boss suddenly asked Ashley.

Guilds are widespread in the more prosperous countries and regions of the Western Continent. It can be said that there are guilds in every industry. Some are just loose communication organizations, while others can be called gangs without any problem.

“I don’t know him, what’s wrong?” Ashley asked.

“The construction workers didn’t want me to move out, but I refused. Then the food supply ran into problems, and I’ve been trying to make ends meet these past few days. I can’t keep the business going,” the short man said.

Ronan was not surprised at all.

When it comes to construction projects, selling cigarettes and alcohol around the area, running mahjong parlors—oh, there's no mahjong here, it's a casino, and all sorts of other places—it's all good business. Whether you're a foreman or a worker, all you have to do is give your wages back to the bigwigs and that's it.

"Bring me paper and a pen," Ronan said to the short shopkeeper.

Soon, the short owner brought over a small piece of paper and a pen for taking orders. Ronan casually wrote "help him out" on it and handed it back to him. "Go to the construction site tomorrow to find Elena. She's blonde, very tall, and extremely beautiful."

The man paused for a moment, then said, "Is there anything I can do for you?" He knew that the man in front of him must be an important person, and his little bit of money was insignificant to him.

"Having more friends means having more options." With that, Ronan left a silver coin and departed.

Chapter 426 A genuine surprise, almost embarrassing. Let's get down to business.

Ashley brought Ronan to her home.

Her place is about the same size as Isabelle's; it's also a detached two-story bungalow.