Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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After working for a while, Ambrina got up, picked up a dildo from the side, lay down, and carefully pried open the two white silk-covered buttocks with her hands.

Ronan also took the box containing the lubricant, scooped out a dollop with his fingers, and then entered Ambrina's back door, rotating to apply it.

Although it wasn't the first time, Ambrina's body still trembled slightly.

Then, Ronan smeared his penis with ointment, grasped Ambrina's labia covered in smooth, white silk, and inserted the glans of his penis into Ambrina's anus, slowly pushing it in.

Ambrina gritted her teeth and lowered her head to endure until half of Ronan entered her. Only then did she open her mouth and let out a long sigh of relief. Immediately afterward, Ronan summoned a flying sword. His summoning sword could transform into a giant sword the size of a door panel or a dagger about the size of a fruit knife.

The dagger was plunged into the cork-covered, soft-leather dildo, and Ronan manipulated it, inserting it into Ambrina's vagina.

With both acupoints penetrated simultaneously, the pain was mixed with pleasure. Ambrina's eyes rolled upwards, and her head involuntarily shook twice.

"Anli, I'm here," Ronan said softly, bending down.

“Quickly, love me, darling,” Ambrina cried out.

Ronan grasped Ambrina's soft waist and began to thrust, while the dildo moved with the help of the small dagger, also thrusting in and out continuously.

Although it only penetrates halfway each time, it still brings great excitement.

In the blink of an eye, the silver liquid overflowed, soaking the crotch and thighs of the white pantyhose, turning them transparent. The large clump of dark pubic hair, wet, turned into a shiny black tuft.

Ambrina closed her eyes, frowned, and breathed heavily, shaking her head repeatedly, her hair fluttering in the wind.

“Darling, deeper, harder,” Ambrina cried.

Ronan slapped Ambrina hard across the buttocks, his voice filled with anger, "Anri, you damned slut, you tyrant, is this how you beg your great husband?"

"I deserve to die, yes, let me die, quick, stab me, smash me." Ambrina grabbed Ronan's waist with both hands behind her back, pleading with him to come all the way in.

"Hmph, I'll pierce your guts and rot your uterus." With that, Ronan entered her completely.

After a while, Ronan simply picked up Ambrina and carried her to the full-length mirror in the bedroom, making her face the mirror. "You tyrant, look at yourself, you wanton bastard."

In the mirror, Ambrina was like a white cushion being dominated by Ronan. Her round, full white breasts swayed wildly, her nipples drew circles in the air, and the splashed lustful fluid had already soaked the white stockings on her calves. Her slightly fleshy white-stockinged feet swayed in the air.

"Ugh, ugh," Ambrina moaned, "Do you love me?"

"I love you, I love you to death, you tyrant," Ronan said, and began to fuck even more fiercely.

A moment later, Ronan carried Ambrina back to the bed, pressed her down on the bed, turned her back to him, reached out and grabbed the hilt of the dagger, pulled out the dildo, and with a pop, water flowed into the stream.

Then, Ronan pulled it out himself. At this point, Ambrina's back door couldn't close at all. It was like a round hole had been pierced between two soft, white marshmallows, and then filled with bright red strawberry jam. It was extremely lewd.

With a soft "plop," Ronan re-entered Ambrina's vagina and began thrusting wildly. With each thrust, he lowered himself completely, as if pressing himself and Ambrina into one. With each thrust, Ambrina felt like a white cotton candy that had been hit by a hammer, almost being flattened.

After a period of intense labor, Ronan pulled out at the last moment and turned Ambrina over. By this time, Ambrina was dazed and helpless, like a lump of dead flesh.

Holding that thing and stroking it, Ronan growled in a low voice, "Open your mouth, you tyrant."

Ambrina opened her mouth, her tongue waving, and soon, powerful streams of white fluid sprayed into her mouth. Some of it spurted off course, and for a moment, a few drops clung to Ambrina's face, hair, and even her eyelashes.

After swallowing, Ambrina collapsed onto the bed, sprawled out, breathing heavily, her chest expanding and contracting like a blower.

After a long while, Ambrina finally recovered. The first thing she did was sit up and kick Ronan in the balls, pouting and scolding, "Hmph, am I a tyrant, huh?"

"Your Majesty, I was wrong. I repent." Ronan admitted his mistake with an exaggerated expression.

"Pfft," Ambrina burst out laughing, "Hahaha." She hadn't blamed Ronan at all, because it was just a playful exchange between the couple.

After laughing, Ambrina pouted slightly, and Ronan immediately leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

After a series of kisses and caresses, Ambrina lay quietly in Ronan's arms, her fingers tracing patterns on his pectoral muscles. "Ronan, next time, let's do something even more exciting."

"Huh?" Ronan exclaimed in surprise, "How exciting?"

“You raped me,” Ambrina said.

“Anli, do you know that when a man rapes a woman, it’s not as simple as just pinning her down and having sex with her? He’ll beat her,” Ronan said.

Ambrina, however, smiled and said, "Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about, Ronan."

“No, Anri, I can’t bear to,” Ronan said.

In a sense, he and Ambrina were an older man and a younger woman; he doted on her so much, how could he bear to hit her?

“I order you to hit me,” Ambrina said, glaring at him. She added, “But go easy on me.”

Ronan was both amused and exasperated. "Fine."

While Queen Ambrina of the Kingdom of Phos was enjoying intimate moments with her husband afterward, the kings of several major powers in the Western Continent were having a much harder time, each wearing a mask of pain.

In particular, Emperor Antollo of the Holy Empire renamed the Holy Empire as the Empire of Will, hoping that the people of the German region would unite.

One emperor, one voice.

However, it is counterproductive.

The situation he encountered was, if not completely different from, the situation of the Shinra Emperor in Ronan's timeline.

He sent a lord there, hoping to suppress the heresy in Bohemia, namely Protestantism. But the lord ended up doing the Inquisition, massacring Protestants.

Subsequently, the locals rebelled, and other Protestant princes also began to stir.

The King of Villa, as the eldest cousin of the Emperor of the Will Empire, was at his wits' end seeing his cousin like this. If he took action, the damned French would definitely side with the Protestants, and might even shamelessly try to win Suleiman over. If he didn't take action, it would be a bit unreasonable.

Within the Northern League, Sweden and Denmark have already started their alliance. Screw the alliance, we want independence, we want to destroy you.

On the Dutch side, they wanted to support the new cult brothers of the Empire of Will, taking the opportunity to completely get rid of Villa, their "unfilial father," but they were unsure of the attitude of the Kingdom of Phos, and were in a dilemma.

On the Vena side, the governor was also troubled. He knew that the Papacy would definitely support the emperor, but the problem was that they really didn't want to get involved. Business was already difficult, and if they got involved, they would lose all their business.

The Weylanders are quite unique; their king sent a gift, but the king didn't have a son yet.

Chapter 530 Immature Ideas, Minister? What a load of rubbish!

In the evening, in the royal palace, in the grand banquet hall, the banquet was about to begin, and the guests were already seated on both sides of the huge long table.

On the left are nobles and their wives. There are several dukes and a group of counts. Apart from the Duke of Loire, who comes from the Freigo family, the other dukes are descendants of the most outstanding commoner magicians among the "mortgage slave magicians" who followed Lawrence to resist foreign invasions and quell internal rebellions a hundred years ago. Like the Duke of Loire, they do not have fiefdoms, but they have been given a lot of commercial real estate in the capital, which allows them to live a luxurious life just from collecting rent.

The group of earls were naturally those few powerful nobles who were originally ducal monarchs.

On the right are the central government officials: Prime Minister Dinia, Secretary Ronan, and then the ministers of various departments, as well as their respective spouses.

Apart from the church's top brass, those who can decide the fate of this country have essentially gathered around this table.

As the queen, Ambrina was the last to arrive before the banquet began, and she sat in the very center of the table.

The banquet was still a while away, and the table was still lively. Nobles and officials were chatting and whispering among themselves, and some were even telling jokes, which made the people around them laugh.

It wasn't that they disrespected Ambrina, but rather that this was a very relaxed occasion, and Ambrina had a rather straightforward personality. She would sleep during meetings, laugh when she found something funny, and get angry when provoked, unlike the late king, who always had a gentle face, making it impossible to tell whether he was about to resort to underhanded tactics again.

Moreover, Ambrina didn't particularly enjoy holding banquets. During the reign of the late king, her mother, the queen, would throw two or three banquets a month, and they were always very grand. Ambrina, on the other hand, only held a banquet once every month or two, and when they finally got together, they naturally had plenty to talk about.

Why don't you usually get together?

In the kingdom, gatherings among high-ranking nobles and officials would be investigated, and could even result in being sent to "school." So, people dared not hold casual gatherings.

Soon, the banquet began.

As an appetizer, thin slices of raw ham from Villarreal.

Then came a fancy soup: a tomato, beef, and onion cream soup soufflé, which tasted like borscht. Next was a savory mayonnaise salad, which Ronan had gotten used to after eating it for so many years. Then came a light morel and chicken soup, which was particularly good. After that, there was a small seafood dish: mussels cooked in white wine, nothing special, just fresh and sweet.

After these, came the main course of the banquet: roast suckling pig made with small suckling pigs imported from Villa. The skin was golden and crispy, and you could hear a crunching sound when you cut it with a plate. The meat was juicy, and the juices flowed out when you cut it. The meat was very tender, but the texture was not loose. There were no complicated seasonings, just the pure aroma of pork.

If you really feel it's missing something, you can dip it in the prepared sweet and spicy sauce with a little fruit vinegar added, which is salty, sweet, and slightly sour.

Anyway, Ronan doesn't use sauce; he's never liked the French way of eating things, which always involves some kind of sauce.

The main course was the same old thing: toasted bread slices with caviar, but the bread was tastier than the caviar.

Finally, there were two desserts. One was green apple syrup. Ronan couldn't stand eating sweet and greasy French desserts after eating so much meat, so he made this sweet and sour syrup to cut through the richness.

This kind of sweet soup is now very popular, and it can be said that Ronan single-handedly changed the dietary habits of the Phas Kingdom's court, and even influenced the entire kingdom, since the upper echelons set an example for the lower. If the palace eats it this way, other places will simply follow suit.

The other dish was Black Forest cake. Although the Black Forest region was the "birthplace" of the Golden Eagle Dynasty, this cake was actually invented by Ronan. The Black Forest cake in another timeline did not appear until the 19th century. Ronan was once again a "plagiarist".

As for the wine, it is of course the finest wine from the royal cellar. Putting aside the nobles, these top officials come here to eat just for this wine. After all, the wine served at this banquet is not only expensive, but they might not even be able to buy it if they wanted to.

Except for Dinya, who was the late king's "beloved daughter," receiving gifts every year—a privilege even Isabel didn't enjoy. After the late king fell ill and was forbidden from drinking by his doctor, he gifted her a winery on the outskirts of the capital, filled with many rare vintages. Dinya herself rarely went there, but the late king would occasionally sneak a sip. Now, the winery belonged entirely to Dinya.

Eat and drink as you please, the banquet is over, it's time to get down to business.

"Everyone, I have some immature ideas, and I hope you can give me some advice."

"Ambriina said."

Instantly, everyone's expressions darkened. Normally, when Her Majesty Queen Ambrina slammed her fist on the table and shouted, "This is settled," there was still room for negotiation. But when she said, "I have an immature idea," if you still offered her suggestions, you might just taste the iron fist of feudal autocracy.

Ambrina continued, "First of all, I want to select some female civil servants from various departments and places to serve as my secretaries in the palace. As you know, I am really tired. Even the donkeys on the outskirts of the capital can rest more than I can."

"Your Majesty is truly a role model for us."

"I suggest that all officials be called upon to learn from His Majesty's spirit."

"His achievements surpass those of Oran and De Gaulle."

"Waaaaah, if the heavens had not given birth to His Majesty, the world would have been plunged into eternal darkness."

"I have decided to publish my privately compiled collection of Your Majesty's sayings, and I hope Your Majesty will grant me permission."

When the Minister of Civil Affairs uttered those words, everyone was stunned and turned to look at him. "How the hell can someone's flattery skills be honed to this level? You're absolutely amazing!"

Dinia tilted his head back and drank, saying nothing. This was the minister of this country? A minister? What a load of rubbish! Sigh, I'm tired. Let's destroy it, quickly.

"Hmm, can you let me finish?" Ambrina slapped the table and continued, "The selection of female civil servants is only one thing. In addition, I plan to build a girls' school in the capital, which will recruit girls aged eight to eleven who are of good character, appearance and ability. However, there will be an entrance exam. After that, the female students of this school will occasionally have the opportunity to intern and do odd jobs in the secretariat of the palace."

Girl, eight to eleven years old, in the palace?

Those present are undoubtedly shrewd and intelligent; don't they understand?

This is to select a concubine for the Crown Prince. Not only do they need to select a concubine, but they also need to select a scoundrel like Ronan, the "femme fatale".

Ambrina glanced around and said, "Tell me your thoughts."

"support."

"I fully support it."

"I strongly support this."

The nobles took turns speaking. An entrance exam? Ha! Their own daughters and nieces weren't good-looking enough, or capable enough to pass the exam, so couldn't they at least find a goddaughter?

As long as the mind does not slip, there are more solutions than difficulties.

This mindset is essentially about clinging to powerful figures.

“Your Majesty, isn’t this a bit too retro?” Agriculture Minister Adrian said. By retro, he didn’t mean that this system was old, but rather that it might bring about the influence of powerful relatives of the emperor.

"Ha, you're overthinking it. If the brother and sister belong to two different families, can they still be considered brother and sister?" Ambrina said meaningfully.

Chapter 531 Relatives of the Empress Dowager are not a problem, the harem is not a problem, what is bureaucracy anyway?

The issue of maternal relatives was something that Ronan, and even the late King Lucien, had considered from the very beginning.

First of all, in the Kingdom of Phos, it is impossible for relatives of the emperor to directly enter the central government and take charge of a department. Even the king cannot promote someone quickly. Dinia, this "favored son", has already been promoted from mayor to prime minister in a rocket-like manner, taking a total of ten years.

You can only get promoted faster in the military.

Moreover, in the military, if you want to become a high-ranking general, you can't be a magician who isn't at the highest level.

More importantly, in the Kingdom of Phos, military personnel have no right to interfere in politics.

The situation is similar in other countries.

The reason is ironic: this world is one with extraordinary powers, and there are too many magicians in the army. If the army is allowed to interfere in politics, it is actually equivalent to the magicians directly interfering in politics.

This is a situation that neither the high-ranking officials of the governments of the various countries in the Western Continent, nor even the top magicians of those countries themselves, want to see.

Ordinary mages, as a privileged class, and top mages, as behind-the-scenes arbiters who do not easily exert influence, represent the stable social structure they desire. This is an experience gained at the cost of blood.

Unless it's a special period, a relative of the emperor who is rapidly promoted in the military cannot directly influence the political situation. But in special periods, whether or not someone is a relative of the emperor is irrelevant. The king might even visit the famous guillotine in the capital to prove he was there with his own blood.

On the other hand, the notion that the queen and her brother are one entity is not valid here.

Ronan followed the late king's dying wish to implement this system, with the queen effectively serving as the "chief eunuch." But can a chief eunuch collude with the emperor's relatives? Even if you wanted to, you'd have to ask the other "eunuchs" if they agreed.

If a queen is just a queen, she might be on the same side as her own brothers, but when she is not alone, she won't be.

Therefore, Lucien wanted to eliminate Ronan, his blood brother, whom he had long since severed ties with.

But Ronan did not need to provide his son with an "orphan" queen.

Of course, Ronan and Ambrina wouldn't choose a powerful noblewoman, because such a woman would have too many "favors" attached to her, which would have to be repaid after she came to power, and that wouldn't be good.

"Any other objections?" Ambrina asked.