Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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A short while later, Ronan, with one child in each arm and one under his arm, flew towards the Ministry of the Interior on his floating shield.

Xiao Lü Xi'an remained silent the whole way.

Ina spread her arms wide, as if she were flying, and occasionally cried out in the wind, thoroughly enjoying this flight.

Ronan first took Lucien to the technical department, told Canaan to take care of him for a while, and then left.

Then Ina was sent to Isabel's place.

Isabelle no longer works as a spy; she is now mainly responsible for planting intelligence agencies within labor unions and farmers' associations. These agencies' primary business is, on the surface, handling petitions and complaints, which is why Ambrina felt comfortable letting her daughter come here.

Having settled things with his son and daughter, Ronan headed to the Ministry of the Interior building.

At that moment, Dinia was pacing back and forth in the office, throwing a tantrum.

This situation was entirely within Ronan's expectations. Recently, many large projects have been launched, and Dinia wanted to take them all under the management of the Ministry of the Interior. Ronan put in a lot of effort and finally managed to persuade her to let multiple departments work together to promote these projects.

The result is inefficiency.

It's not that these departments are deliberately causing trouble. The Western Continent is currently in an era of fierce competition among powerful nations. While the kingdom's officials are still vying for power and making money as usual, they also hope for a strong and prosperous nation. The reason for this situation is that the leaders of various departments have become outdated in terms of competence and ability. They can't come up with good strategies themselves, and they can't even judge the suggestions of their subordinates. However, they must maintain their authority and cannot allow the capable to rise and the incompetent to fall. Moreover, they don't want to take the blame for such a big issue and dare not give a clear stance.

Without a clear stance from their superiors, subordinates dare not act rashly.

So they procrastinated, taking one step at a time and thinking three steps ahead, holding three or five meetings before doing anything.

"This is all your doing!" Dinia started to taunt Ronan as soon as she saw him. "At this rate, it won't be done in five years, let alone ten."

Ronan calmly sat down. "Didi, there's a limit to how much power we can seize. If we go too far, a fierce political struggle will be inevitable. Besides, we can't rely on the Ministry of the Interior to complete these projects."

Dinia sat down on the desk. "I don't want to hear this nonsense. Give me a solution."

"Wait, wait two years. Alexander will be retired in two years. Then you can be the prime minister. Once you become prime minister, get rid of those old ministers and replace them with some capable and reliable people."

Ronan said.

Although the Kingdom of Fas is an autocratic monarchy, the king cannot arbitrarily replace the prime minister. The prime minister usually serves three terms, a total of nine years. Before stepping down, the old prime minister will usually make a suggestion to the king to replace a few ministers, and the specific candidates are the result of a deal between the old prime minister and the new prime minister.

This set of unspoken political rules was established by Lawrence to ensure the continuity of national policies. On the one hand, it prevented the king from arbitrarily changing prime ministers and making irresponsible decisions, and on the other hand, it prevented the new prime minister from taking over the previous generation without doing anything else.

Breaking this system would severely damage the political environment.

Chapter 438 No Breaking the Rules, Same Spot, The "Hardship" of the Night

Ronan didn't want to break this set of unspoken political rules, so months ago he half-jokingly told Dinia, "What's the most important thing about being a minister? It's still patience."

"I'm leaving this to you, I'm going home." Dinia said, emphasizing each word. Before she finished speaking, she was gone, leaving only a stamp on the table that was spinning like a top.

Ronan could only shake his head helplessly. He was almost forty years old, and his temper was still so fiery.

With Dinia gone, Ronan had to handle the documents that needed to be stamped and signed himself. In fact, he had already read these documents and knew which ones should be approved and which ones shouldn't. He had originally come to explain and report to Dinia, but now that was no longer necessary. He opened the drawer, took out the official seal, and then grabbed the personal seal that Dinia had left behind.

He stamped the documents with a series of slaps, then imitated Dinya's handwriting to stamp and sign the documents that needed approval.

His role as "Vice-King" and secretary to the minister was more tiring than that of the King and the minister.

Night, at Dinia's house.

In the usual spot, in front of the bar counter, Dinia was drinking alone when she saw Ronan arrive, so she pushed a glass towards him.

In May, the weather in the capital city warms up, but it is still a bit cool at night, only around ten degrees Celsius.

At this moment, Dinia was not wearing the same outfit she wore at the Ministry of the Interior during the day, nor was it her home clothes. Instead, she was wearing a loose-fitting, cream-white knitted sweater, crystal earrings, and a rare black pearl necklace. She wore a misty pink multi-layered silk pleated skirt, ivory-white flat shoes, and ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings that gave her smooth, white insteps and calves a soft, diffused glow.

Ronan thought the outfit was quite acceptable, but in this era, this style of dress was typical of a rural aristocrat.

"Who did you go on a date with?" Ronan asked with a smile.

Dinia glanced at Ronan for a moment, then said, "None of your business."

Ronan pouted and made a pained expression. "You're not seeing someone else, are you?"

The next instant, he was kicked to the ground by Dinia. Before he could react, Dinia was already on top of him, throwing left hooks, right hooks, uppercuts, and lowercuts. In the blink of an eye, Ronan's handsome face was swollen and red like a dragon fruit.

After finishing, Dinia stood up and kicked Ronan in the groin, saying, "If you joke like that again, I'll rip your rotten thing off."

Well, even though he got a beating, Ronan felt a little sweet inside seeing how angry Dinya was about the joke.

Dinia sat back down. "Isabel and I took your daughter shopping on East Street."

East Street is located between a new residential area renovated from the area destroyed during the White Pagoda Incident and a factory area expanded after the old city wall was demolished.

This area is incredibly lively, serving as a bustling commercial and food street for the common people of the capital.

"Unfortunately, Lucien doesn't like to go out."

Ronan was also a bit troubled. Although Lucien was still very young, he already showed some signs of social anxiety and being a tech geek. As his father, he was busy with national affairs and couldn't spare much time to take care of him. His mother, Ambrina, didn't like to discipline her children. Ambrina felt that it was best to let things take their course. She herself had been raised in a free-range manner and it had turned out fine. On the other hand, Isabel had been strictly disciplined by her mother since childhood, and that was the result.

"We went to talk to the workers and some small vendors there, and we were surprised to find that they actually valued union fees quite highly," Dinia remarked with considerable emotion.

Ronan thought this was normal. "This is a world where everyone is worse than the last. Guilds used to be a combination of middlemen and gangsters. Now, unions, although they are still tools for exploiting and oppressing workers and maintaining stability, at least they are not as blatant in their behavior."

Although we now have colonies and foreign markets to exploit, we still have to exploit and oppress workers and peasants in order to develop industry and expand our military power.

However, Ronan's exploitation was not very intense.

As a result, many capitalists who were closely associated with Ronan, as well as his reform leaders, felt that Ronan was too soft-hearted and too kind to the poor, and that he was completely bewitched by Dinia, that damned saint.

Ironically, in a sense, the more "advanced" "democratic regimes" that represent the interests of capital don't actually need popular support, while conversely, the "backward" and "autocratic" monarchical regimes desperately need popular support.

“The workers have improved, but the farmers are not doing so well.” Dinia then changed the subject to farmers, “I still think we should establish collective farms.”

“We don’t have that many civil servants,” Ronan said. “Besides, we already have too many civil servants to support, and we can’t afford to keep them anymore.”

The number of personnel in the Ministry of the Interior has been increasing, and there are also many civil servants in a considerable number of state-owned enterprises. There are also civil servants in the new department for managing state-owned enterprises.

“But the country’s income has also increased a lot, hasn’t it?” Dinia countered.

"Hey, you think civil servants only get a salary? They have a whole set of benefits, especially that damn pension." Ronan said through gritted teeth.

Dinia sneered, "Ha, didn't you bring these up yourself?"

Ronan took a big gulp of wine. "If I didn't offer these benefits, would I be able to get all the lower-level civil servants to side with us?"

"Yes, you've worked hard, Mr. Vice-King." Dinia rarely offered Ronan such words of comfort, though there was a hint of sarcasm in them.

After all these years, how could she not know that Ronan was someone who thoroughly enjoyed playing political games?

Ronan completely ignored this little bit of sarcasm. Instead, he reached his hand into Dinia's skirt and gently stroked the thin but very delicate stockings while saying, "It's not hard work. What's hard work during the day? The real hard work is at night."

Dinia, who was already used to being touched, let Ronan touch her and finished the rest of her drink in one gulp. "Really? Well, you'll have a hard time tonight?"

“No problem,” Ronan replied.

Soon after, the two got to the bed, and before long, Ronan was pinned down on the bed.

Dinia had only licked it once when Ronan's large penis sprang to life. Firstly, Dinia's snow-white, aloof face was incredibly stimulating when she gave him oral sex; secondly, she was truly skilled at licking. Her tongue could transform, taking the head into her mouth and first, with a powerful stroke of her tongue around the glans, then transforming into a snake's forked tongue that plunged into the urethral opening.

Then, Dinia tore off her stockings and panties, sat down with her huge, fleshy buttocks, and slid in all the way.

Then Dinia started going up and down.

Even after all these years, Dinia always manages to come up with some new tricks every now and then.

When he went up, she squeezed extremely tightly, the inner walls like countless tiny tentacles gripping and pulling at Ronan's penis, as if trying to uproot it. When he went down, her vagina opened up, incredibly wet, allowing Ronan to reach the deepest part of her womb, as if trying to suck in Ronan's testicles.

With each round of lifting and pressing, Ronan had to grip Dinya's stocking-clad calves tightly to suppress the urge to ejaculate, and he couldn't help but make sounds like "oh, uh, ah, hoo."

Chapter 439 Squeezing Dry, Patrol, Only I Can Be Without the Law

After Dinia slowed down a bit, Ronan wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust into her with a burst of energy.

Soon after, Dinia fell into a daze.

In the past, when Dinia was in this state, she would move freely and let Ronan do as he pleased. But this time, she grabbed Ronan tightly, thrust her hips, and ruthlessly fucked him without any reason.

Ronan also went berserk and fought back.

The two bodies collided repeatedly, eventually falling from the bed to the floor.

Finally, Dinia stopped moving and her body went limp. Ronan turned around and pinned Dinia down, flipping her over completely. He pressed his hands against the back of her knees, making her feet face the sky, and then he thrust downwards violently, causing her two plump buttocks to tremble continuously. The stockings covering her buttocks to tear further, and her stockinged feet swayed wildly in the air.

"Catch it all, don't spill a drop!"

Ronan growled as he pinned Dinia down.

He ejaculated, a burst of more than thirty streams, lasting nearly half a minute. Each stream sprayed onto the inner wall, the thick, white fluid constantly washing over the uterus, almost filling it completely.

After finishing, Ronan collapsed onto Dinia like a lump of mud, panting and exclaiming, "I'm completely drained."

Dinya lay sprawled on the carpet, already unconscious. Ronan's large penis had shrunk into a small mudfish and slipped out, with a lot of white and blue fluid flowing out of Dinya's gaping red hole.

In terms of physical fitness, Dinya is many times stronger than Ronan. However, she is an extremely sensitive person when it comes to sex. From the moment she reaches orgasm, her soul and body will have intense reactions that continue until the end.

Ronan was completely defeated by her this time, but her own condition was even worse, and she eventually lost consciousness.

After a long while, Ronan managed to sit up, while Dinia remained lying down, still in that weak and powerless posture, as if she had drunk herself into oblivion.

Ronan reached out and patted Dinya's face, but when he found she didn't react, he was overcome with lust. He flipped over and straddled Dinya, cupped her large breasts in his hands and squeezed them together, then inserted his limp penis inside, wiping away the sticky fluid on them.

There was no particular physical pleasure; in fact, Ronan felt a throbbing pain when he got an erection.

But the mental sensations, especially the thrill of conquest, were unprecedented.

After staring at Dinia's sleeping face for a while, Ronan tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and fell into a state of blissful reverie.

At this point, Dinia was actually awake. She raised her finger slightly, but then lowered it again, keeping her eyes closed and pretending to be asleep without moving.

Occasionally letting this man indulge himself on her is one of the few tender comforts she can offer.

After a while, Ronan got the hang of it, squatted down, aimed at Dinia's lips, and applied two or three thin, weak smears of smear onto her lips.

Dinia hasn't moved yet.

Ronan laughed immediately. "Alright, stop acting. I know you woke up a long time ago."

Dinia sat up, wiped her lips, and silently looked at Ronan. Seeing his expression of respect, she suddenly laughed, a very unrestrained laugh.

Ronan was momentarily surprised. "What are you laughing at?"

Dinia sat cross-legged on the bed, a smile still on her lips. "Laugh at us, we're almost forty. We're supposed to be in charge of a country, yet we act like two young people, behaving childishly during sex."

“Indeed.” Ronan said, walking onto the bed and pressing himself against Dinia from behind, one hand playing with her hair and the other roaming over her stockinged legs. “But isn’t that why we can always maintain a youthful mindset?”

Dinia rested her head gently on Ronan's shoulder. "You always manage to find a reason behind everything."

“If I weren’t so good at reasoning, how could I have the honor of becoming your faithful lover?” Ronan whispered in Dinia’s ear.

Dinia removed Ronan's hand, "Stop touching me, or I'll get aroused, and you won't be able to handle it."

Ronan couldn't stand those words. "Men are animals that can't stand being provoked." With that, Ronan reached into the crotch of the ultra-thin, transparent pantyhose and began to tease Dinia with his fingers.

"Alright, alright, I give up," Dinia said, softening her tone.

Ronan then stopped and got down to business, "When do we depart?"

In a few days, Dinia will leave the capital to inspect the work of local units of the Ministry of the Interior throughout the country as Minister of the Interior. She will not be able to return for about six months.

Normally, this kind of thing wouldn't require her, as the minister, to go in person, but Dinya insisted on doing it herself.

“Next week,” Dinia replied. “Why are you asking?”

“I want to fuck your mouth before you leave,” Ronan said.

*Slap!* Dinia slapped Ronan across the face. "How could you be so vulgar?"

Dinia patted his face, not slapped him, and Ronan already knew she had given her permission. "Those who use euphemisms and veiled language are truly vulgar. It is someone as crude and straightforward as me who is noble."

"Sigh..." Dinia sighed, at a loss for words.

“Oh, and while you’re at it, let’s check out the magic academy that’s under construction,” Ronan said.

Magic academies are under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, and the newly established ones are no exception. The academy's teachers are all under the Ministry of Magic. It is thanks to the innovation of magical weapons that a group of new generation and first-rank magicians who were reduced in salary due to their low level gave up the idea of ​​coming to the capital to make a living. Otherwise, it might not have been possible to recruit enough teachers.

"What are you going to do? Reform?" Dinia asked.

“No, it’s supporting those who oppose reform,” Ronan said.

The Ministry of Magic wants to implement reforms in these twenty public magic schools, some of which are already established and others haven't even chosen a location yet. There are many different approaches, but the goal is very clear: to make money by providing student loans, training internships, and career guidance. Ideally, they want to make money while also steadily recruiting graduates into the Ministry of Magic, expanding its staff, and thus increasing the Ministry's power.

"Robbing money, robbing people, and even seizing power—there's no law at all!" Ronan said with an air of righteous indignation.

Such lawless acts must not be allowed to be done by anyone else.

Ronan continued, "Don't worry, you don't need to do anything. You just need to speak up in support of the school principal and those in the wizarding world who are passionate about education."

Student loans are a business run by people in society who are passionate about education.

Training internships, or rather, the business of exploiting students for free, belong to the school leaders.