Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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After leaving the cabin and chatting with the others outside for a while, Ronan and the four gentlemen departed.

Come outside.

“The four of you, I hope you can do me a small favor,” Ronan said.

"Please give your orders, Master Luo."

"We will do our best."

Master Lin and Master Xu said in turn, "These two guys are more enthusiastic than anyone else right now."

"Just spread some news, say that Young Master He said at the funeral that he must avenge his father, but the murderer is too powerful and cannot be acted upon for the time being. However, a gentleman's revenge is never too late," Ronan said.

The four of them were stunned. What was Ronan trying to do? To sow discord and force them to submit? To prevent Young Master He from making peace? There was no need for that. Hadn't Ronan already decided to support Madam He?

wrong!

The four suddenly realized what Ronan was up to: he wanted to kill this young master He and then pin the blame on Chen Zuolin.

Although this still can't really do anything to Chen Zuolin, since there's no witness or physical evidence and it's purely a rumor, such rumors are enough to make more businessmen in Foshan wary of him and temporarily adopt a wait-and-see attitude. At the same time, it tells some businessmen who have also had many businesses swallowed up by Chen Zuolin or who have been suppressed to the point of being unable to raise their heads, that is, there are people who dare to go against Chen Zuolin now, whereas there were none before.

This Master Luo is quite a tough and ruthless man.

"Gentlemen, just watch, the best days are yet to come," Ronan said with a smile. "Your businesses must grow bigger and stronger, your children must be talented, the people of Foshan must have a happy future, and of course, Lord Liu must also be promoted and make a fortune."

"Then, Master Luo, what about you?" Wang Zhixiao asked in response.

Ronan stood with his hands behind his back. "I'm a Frenchman, and I've traveled thousands of miles to Seres. What kind of spirit is this? International spirit, do you understand?"

Chapter 771 An Alternative "Romance of the Western Chamber": A Theatrical Retelling, Full of Eerie and Sarcastic Expressions

In the late afternoon, near dusk, in a theater,

On the second floor, Ronan, Isabelle, Ashley, and Gloria sat at a table, facing the stage and listening to the opera.

The play is Southern Opera, and the troupe came from Hubei and Hunan in the north. It uses the tunes that came from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. At present, Guangdong has not yet formed its own local opera.

Ronan couldn't understand what was being sung on stage, so Isabel and the others understood even less.

However, Ronan was willing to spend money, and the theater specially arranged for a young and handsome servant to explain the plot in real time.

Actually, explaining the plot isn't his specialty; his specialty is being a "middleman." He can mediate anything. If a customer wants to eat well, he'll order takeout. If they want to gamble, he'll arrange the seating. Even if they want to visit a prostitute, he can still lead them to their destination according to their wishes.

In the end, how much money does a show really make? It's just the least profitable business for the big bosses; the real money comes after the show is over.

Unfortunately, Ronan clearly didn't have any customers who wanted to make further purchases.

But the waiter who was in charge of entertaining them remained very enthusiastic and showed no sign of resentment; one could only say he was quite professional.

Returning to the play, the story takes place in Qi, the former dynasty. The founding monarch's title was Duke of Qi, hence the name of the state. It was a dynasty that produced many generals and ministers, and was very prosperous in martial arts.

However, this play is not a story of heroes and heroines, but a story of love and affection. The story is not exactly the same as Ronan's original "Romance of the Western Chamber," but rather indistinguishable.

A scholar and the daughter of a deceased former prime minister met at a Buddhist temple and fell in love at first sight. Later, a military commander surrounded the temple, intending to forcibly marry the young lady. The lady's mother said that whoever could resolve the predicament would be her daughter's husband. The scholar, through his friends, managed to get the marriage arranged. The lady's mother then reneged on her promise, insisting that the scholar take the imperial examination and become an official. The scholar later took the exam and became the top scholar. Then, a villain spread rumors that the scholar had already married another woman. Fortunately, a matchmaker acted as a go-between, and the two were finally able to get married.

Of course, this is just a rough estimate; there are many more twists and turns in between.

However, Ronan found it interesting not so much the frequent plot twists, but rather a few other interesting aspects.

Why did the former prime minister's family live in a Buddhist temple?

Because Buddhist temples are very powerful. In the late Qi Dynasty, Buddhism was severely reformed by its own people. A certain powerful figure swept away the original Indian remnants of Buddhism and founded the Zen sect in this world. Then, Zen temples became places that absorbed extraordinary people who did not use the conventional cultivation methods of Seris, that is, those who integrated magic. At the same time, they also operated a series of businesses such as pawning, lending, accommodation, and guarding.

Even today, many Buddhist temples remain places for Seris superhumans who do not use conventional cultivation methods to further their studies; they do not necessarily become monks or nuns.

The second interesting point is why the former prime minister fell from grace so quickly?

Because the former prime minister was involved in the lottery, he fathered many children. After his death, he left behind dozens of offspring, but only one of his daughters won the lottery and became an extraordinary person. The rest were all useless. How could his family possibly survive? The lottery system offended the established families that could inherit their wealth and also blocked the path for emerging talents.

The military leader's insistence on forcing a marriage stemmed from his desire to leverage the connections left by the former prime minister and gain entry into the imperial court.

Here comes the third interesting point: the scholar is actually an extraordinary person with excellent aptitude, so why is the old lady unwilling to accept him?

Because the scholar was so talented, he wanted to marry him, not become his son-in-law.

Afterwards, that scoundrel lied to them, saying that the scholar had become the top scholar in the imperial examination and then remarried, and that he planned to marry into the family. The old lady was overjoyed.

"Why is the old lady so happy? It's naturally because this young man's talent is neither too high nor too low, making him a perfect match for marrying into the family," the servant said.

All of these key points were analyzed by him; of course, even if he hadn't analyzed them, Ronan could have grasped their essence.

"This play isn't just about love and romance; it's all very mundane stuff," the servant added. He was showing off, but his expression wasn't arrogant; rather, it was very humble, perfectly showcasing his little bit of talent.

"Young sir, you have truly insightful views," Ronan praised.

"You flatter me, esteemed guest. It's just that after seeing so much, it's easy to have some presumptuous interpretations," the servant said, his face displaying a maturity beyond his years, despite being only eleven or twelve.

"Ha." Ronan chuckled softly.

Soon, it was time for the curtain to fall.

Many guests downstairs stood up and applauded. Ashley also stood up and applauded, not because the plot was so exciting, but because she admired the unique singing style, demeanor, and movements of the Seres theatrical performance. Besides dancing, she also loved theatrical performances, and she now really wanted to learn how to perform Seres theatrical performances.

Isabelle's expression was indifferent. She didn't really like the play. The male and female protagonists seemed to be rebelling, but in the end they didn't fight against the times. This kind of plot that only touched on the surface and this kind of happy ending was what Ambrina liked. She preferred the kind of direct, rough, and tragic song that denounced the times.

Ronan could tell what Isabel was thinking at a glance. And rightly so, Isabel was a well-known underground playwright in the capital back in the day. The plot of the stage play they first met was similar to that of "The White-Haired Girl," which she had written.

Golan didn't clap either, looking bored. She thought this kind of play was meaningless; she preferred the kind with fighting and killing.

"Let's go, it's time to finish our meal." Ronan stood up and took out a silver ingot. "Here, ten taels, for you."

"Too many guests," the servant politely declined, not because he didn't want the food, but because it was against the rules.

The tips for watching the play were only a few coins, no more than one tael. Even in a wealthy place like Foshan, the annual expenses of an average family of three in the city would not exceed twenty taels of silver.

If a customer gives too much, it will be considered as him asking for too much, and he will be beaten.

“Is that a lot? It’s not even enough for half a semester’s tuition,” Ronan said.

The servant's eyes widened. He had a feeling that Ronan had seen through his thoughts. His family was neither rich nor poor. He was talented, but after paying the testing fee, his father suddenly died at the ironworks, and then he could no longer afford the tuition.

"If it's inconvenient for you to take it, you can come to my house and I can help you out." After saying that, Ronan took back the silver, put in a small amount of loose silver, and left.

Isabel, Ashley, and Golan followed.

The servant was left standing there dumbfounded. After a moment of confusion, he quickly put away the one or two taels of silver.

On the road.

“That kid isn’t even a beginner; he might not be able to realize his potential,” Golan said.

“It’s very likely that I’ll never become a scholar or a knight,” Ashley added.

Isabel kicked each of them in anger, "You two are really something, you haven't improved at all in decades. You help someone, do you expect to be of use someday?"

Back in France, when she was down on her luck, most of the people she had helped turned a blind eye, but she never regretted it.

“Isa is right, you two are too mercenary,” Ronan agreed.

"Tch." Golan clearly disdained such a thing.

Ashley turned her face away and started being sarcastic again, "What can I do? I'm just a street thug. The virtues that only princesses possess are not mine to have?"

Chapter 772 Calf Socks, Four People Traveling, "Stirring Up a Snake in the Grass"

Late at night, in bed.

Ronan lay at the bottom, with Ashley straddling him, her legs spread apart like a frog swimmer, her waist arched and her toes curled back in her purplish-black silk stockings that shimmered with a silky sheen. As Ronan penetrated her from below, Isabelle, wearing a double-headed dragon, also penetrated her from behind. Both orifices were open, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Ashley's healthy and vibrant body displayed the muscular lines of a female dancer, a combination of strength and beauty.

Behind Ashley, Isabel gripped Ashley's legs tightly with both hands. Although they didn't look particularly thick, they were actually muscular and taut. Isabel, in a horse stance, used her white-socked feet to push hard against the sheets as she thrust into Ashley from behind.

"Weren't you being very arrogant just now?" Isabelle asked while they were having sex, as if she was still thinking about how he had teased her earlier. But actually, it was more of a playful moment in bed.

Ashley was sweating profusely and panting heavily, but she still defiantly retorted, "How dare I be arrogant with Her Highness the Princess?"

The two are mistress and servant, half-sisters by blood, but they are more like good friends who bicker and argue with each other.

"Hmph, I'll kill you, you bastard!" Isabel cursed, increasing the frequency of her shouts.

Ashley turned her head to the side, stuck out her tongue, and said, "A princess who can't even swear."

Isabel immediately went all in, penetrating Ashley so hard she leaned forward.

"Oh, Isa, you're serious?" Ashley said reproachfully.

Isabel smiled smugly, then looked at Ronan, who was barely moving, and said, "Ronan, are you dead? Push harder!"

Ronan didn't react, he just made two whimpering sounds. He really couldn't free his mouth, since Golan was still sitting on his face.

"Princess, please don't make things difficult for your father," Golan said with a smile.

Ten minutes later, the four switched places.

Ashley, who had been thoroughly fucked, rested to the side. Ronan was on top of Isabel, thrusting into her repeatedly in the missionary position. Grand was lying on Ronan's back, inhaling his masculine scent with ecstasy, while masturbating.

"Uh, umm, you were like you were dead just now, how come you have energy now?" Isabel said reproachfully.

“Because I love you, Isabel,” Ronan said with a smile, gently touching Isabel’s cheek with one hand.

Isabel gave Ronan's hard, muscular back a hard squeeze. "You filthy bastard who never tells the truth."

Ronan's smile widened. "The truth? The truth is, I love it when a woman as strong as Isha shows her expression of being unable to take it anymore."

Isabel glared at Ronan fiercely. "Then why don't you come and do it?"

Half an hour later, Isabel lay limply on the bed, her vaginal opening, which was constantly leaking thick white fluid, opening and closing intermittently. The muscles on the inside of her thighs were still twitching, and her white socks were loose and wrinkled, almost falling off.

Actually, she was in very good physical condition, even better than Ambrina, but she seemed to be particularly sensitive and had very little tolerance for such things.

As soon as Ronan finished ejaculating, the already lustful Gorlan pounced on him, grabbing the limp penis and licking and sucking it wildly. It was not only to clean it, but also to look forward to it getting hard again, filling her up, and penetrating her body.

But Granny has the same aloof and ascetic face as her sister Alice.

That's so outrageous!

After reaching another erection, Ronan got out of bed, picked up Granny, and pressed her against the wall, squeezing her breasts until they overflowed. He then thrust into her from behind, as if he wanted to pound her whole body into the wall.

"That's it, that's it, Daddy, love me!" Golan shouted loudly, standing on tiptoe. The cotton-blend calf socks were pushed up by her calf muscles and heels, making them slightly see-through, as if they were made of thick silk stockings.

In a daze, Ronan began to fantasize that two hundred years from now, the great development of textile and dyeing technology would bring about a complete revolution in clothing, and at that time, Golan would wear a female school uniform.

A few minutes later, Ronan changed his position, picking up Granny as if he were holding a child to urinate, and making her stand in front of a full-length mirror while he fucked her. Her small but perky breasts swayed constantly, and her legs swung in the air, drawing circles. Water splashed out continuously with each fucking.

"Look at you, you slut. I don't have a daughter like you," Ronan growled as he fucked her.

Golan's expression was almost like Ahei's. "It's all because of Dad that I became like this."

After a while of fussing, at the last moment, Ronan sat down, and Golan vigorously masturbated with one hand while sucking hard, swallowing all of his ejaculation before raising his head and letting out a long, satisfied sigh.

After finishing, Ronan got down to business. "Master He is my friend. I'm planning to tell his family to save some money and not hold two funerals. If they're going to hold one, they should hold it together. In a couple of days, after the vigil ends, when only his family is present, you two go and take care of Master He's eldest son. Golan, you go and make some noise on the outskirts. Ashley, Isa, you two make your move. Be quick and take care of that guy in an instant."

Ashley could do it alone; she's a fifth-tier cultivator, so killing the third-tier He family's eldest son wouldn't be difficult for her, but she couldn't do an instant kill. However, it's different when Isabel is added. Isabel's spatial attacks are very special. For those with sufficient defense, they're completely useless, dealing zero damage. For those with insufficient defense, a hit means instant annihilation, ignoring everything. She's practically a killer of weaklings.

"Make a sound? How do I make a sound?" Grandine asked, for she was an elemental mage of water and fire.

Ronan flicked Grandon on the forehead. "Others are in a state of enlightenment after they finish, but you are in a state of foolishness. It's not like the He family's house is a deserted place. You could have just set fire to their house, but be careful to put it out. There's no need to hurt innocent people."

Mr. He was a distributor, and to facilitate business negotiations, he built his house in the guild hall area, which was a gathering place for merchants from various provinces who settled in their hometown guild halls.

This is also proof that products made in Foshan are very popular.

The connections that Mr. He possessed were also the reason why Ronan valued him.

“Actually, I don’t quite understand. You’ve built such a large operation, and there are so many merchants here. Your reputation as Master Ronan will eventually reach the capital of Seres and the ears of those in the upper echelons.” Isabel had always been somewhat puzzled by this aspect of Ronan, and she took the opportunity to say it.

“It was intentional from the start. Even if the higher-ups in Seris knew our identities, they wouldn’t expose us, because exposing us would only make things more difficult, wouldn’t it?” Ronan countered, then added, “On the other hand, it was to let some of you know, like Anri and your second uncle, as well as that immortal being from Seris, to tell them that we’ve arrived.”

Ambrina and Isabel's second uncle is now apparently doing quite well in Seris.

That's normal, because Seris's method of immortality is still missing something. Even if the six elements are combined and the demonic body is vaporized, the physical body will still decay and die. At that time, a new body is needed, which requires the soul transfer technique, and he happens to know that.

Aside from Ronan and Dinah, the other women will also need to have their bodies changed in the future.

As for how the immortal being of Seris achieved this, Lavini hadn't told Dinia before, so it remains unknown for now.

Chapter 773 A Soul-Searching Question, A Matter of Interest, and the Way of Officialdom

Three days later, at night, at an open-air late-night food stall.

Having just committed murder, Isabel, Ashley, and Grand were sitting at a small table having a late-night snack. Despite the occasional strange and curious glances from other diners, the three of them remained completely unfazed, eating and chatting as they pleased.

The other diners just watched without whispering about the three of them, since the three of them had come in and immediately pointed to the hanging wooden menu, ordering food in a strange northern accent.

Although the diners thought that the women were unlikely to understand their dialect, what if they did?

Isabelle and her two companions didn't order much, just three things: a clay pot of oyster and lean pork congee, a plate of pan-fried dumplings with beef, celery, and fatty pork, and a serving of spiced smoked fish.

"Will you stay with him or with me?" Isabel suddenly asked Ashley.