Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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This is Ambrina, the Queen whom Ronan deeply loves.

This scene was like a shot of aphrodisiac to Ronan, who immediately bent down and began frantically pounding his way in, each thrust seemingly aimed at injecting his testicles.

A moment later, Ronan lifted another leg, licking it while thrusting rapidly. White foam oozed from the opening, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid overflowed and splashed with each thrust. The crotch of the pantyhose and the inner thighs were already transparent from being soaked, and the toes of one foot were also wet with saliva, revealing the outline of the cute, round toes inside.

At the same time, Astrid and Yang Nian arrived at the gate; they had come to retrieve something.

Astrid sensed the presence and, with an impatient expression, reached out and pressed Yang Nian down, saying, "Just wait here, something's going on inside."

The yard that Ronan bought wasn't very big, but it wasn't small either. Entering through the gate, there was a front yard and servants' quarters on both sides. To the left was a large area with carriages, miscellaneous items, a well, a kitchen, and so on. To the right was originally a storeroom, which was later converted into a bathroom and a large bathhouse.

Beyond the front courtyard is the middle courtyard, with a front hall and side rooms on both sides. Further in is the main courtyard, with a main hall and side rooms on both sides. Behind the main hall is a two-story main building, and behind the main building is the back garden.

Ronan and Ambrina were in the main hall, far from the entrance. Astrid could sense what they were doing, but Yang Nian could not.

Yang Nian didn't ask what it was about out of curiosity, but only asked, "How long will it take?"

“I don’t know, but I’ll say at least an hour,” Astrid said.

Yang Nian couldn't sense it, but she could guess what else the couple might have.

“Your parents are so loving,” Yang Nian said softly.

“Strictly speaking, in our country, I am not my father’s daughter; only the ones born to her are,” Astrid corrected.

"What if the legal wife can't give birth to a son?" Yang Nian asked.

“Then we’ll be childless and doomed,” Astrid replied casually.

Chapter 789 The Palace Opens, the White Silk Rises Tearfully, The Delicious Food Wasn't for Nothing

An hour passed in the blink of an eye, and from the beginning of dusk, night had fallen.

"That old geezer, at his age he's been doing this for so long, isn't he afraid of hurting his back?" Astrid grumbled, pacing back and forth.

“I think Mr. Luo is unusually young. As far as I know, even the most powerful cultivators in Seris don’t necessarily look like they’re in their twenties when they reach the age of fifty. And he…” As Yang Nian spoke, she suddenly felt a chilling and murderous aura, as if a huge demon had stretched out its mountain-sized claws to grab her.

She turned her head very carefully and very slowly, only to see Astrid looking at her with a smile. The cold and murderous aura from before seemed to have never existed; it was just her imagination.

“My dad is more powerful, hehe,” Astrid said.

“Yes, yes,” Yang Nian quickly replied.

At this moment, in the main hall, Ronan and Ambrina entered the final stage of the second round. Ambrina was holding onto the door frame with both hands, one foot on tiptoe, with only the ball of her foot on the ground to support her body, while Ronan lifted her other leg high, spreading her legs wide apart, almost in a split.

Ronan, holding onto Ambrina's leg with his knee slightly bent, continued to charge forward.

If it weren't for the magical enhancement, the door frame would have been smashed to pieces long ago.

Ambrina couldn't even talk to Ronan at this moment, she could only scream.

After a while, Ronan put Ambrina down. This position was more suitable for Elena, who was tall enough, or Ashley, who could do the splits on her own. When Ambrina tried to do it, both of them felt a bit powerless and unable to fully enjoy themselves.

The most suitable position for Ambrina is still the one where she holds a baby to urinate.

Ronan was about to pick up Ambrina, preparing her for the position of a baby being held to urinate, so that she faced the central axis of the mansion, and then he would thrust into her repeatedly and ejaculate, filling her with his thick, white fluid. But Ambrina grabbed Ronan's hand, stepped over the threshold, turned around, faced the door, and raised her plump little round buttocks towards the calligraphy scroll with the four characters "propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame" hanging high in the main hall.

Ambrina spread her buttocks apart with both hands, so much so that the white stockings covering her buttocks were torn. "Push as far in as you can, don't hold back."

“No, Anri, it will hurt a lot,” Ronan said.

His thing was too long. Even though his body was no longer that of an ordinary person, not everyone could be pushed to their death by him. The internal structures of Dinia and Faith were not the same as those of normal people. Their cervixes could open, so Ronan could act recklessly.

“I’m about to advance, and it’s different from before,” Ambrina said, her white stockings swaying slightly as she spoke.

Ronan was immediately excited. "Then I'm coming!"

This is my wife's first time having her uterus opened.

Ronan thrust all the way in, then grabbed Ambrina's white-stockinged buttocks and pulled them back while he pushed forward. It was incredibly firm, and the cervix, which had only a small opening, was gradually forced open. Sweat quickly beaded on Ambrina's forehead, and her calf muscles tensed. After a while, half of her head was inside. It was so tight that Ronan was also in pain from being squeezed, but the strange psychological pleasure completely overshadowed the physical pain, and Ambrina felt the same way.

This opening of the cervix was even more painful than the first time it was entered from behind, and also more stimulating than the first time it happened.

Ronan pushed harder, and finally, the head was completely inside, trapping the glans.

Ambrina's pupils trembled, her lips bled from being bitten, her magic overflowed uncontrollably, her hands crushed the wooden floor, and her feet, which kicked back with force, cracked the floor as well, causing the threads of her white stockings to burst open in all directions.

Ronan stopped moving for a moment, stroking Ambrina with both hands. Ambrina leaned down and turned to kiss Ronan, trying to relieve the stimulation.

After a long while, their lips parted. Ronan looked regretful, brushed aside Ambrina's hair, and gently stroked her face. "I was really out of my mind. I shouldn't have done that."

Ambrina, panting, smiled and said, "It's alright, Ronan."

"You're such a grown man, yet you still act recklessly and lie to me. You weren't fully prepared at all," Ronan couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

Ambrina, on the contrary, was rather smug. "Hehe, you're so smart, didn't I manage to fool you?"

Ronan didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only ask with concern, "Does it hurt?"

"Seeing your expression, it doesn't hurt," Ambrina said.

Ronan sighed helplessly, "Anli, sometimes you really are just like a little kid."

Ambrina pouted and nudged Ronan with her elbow. "You can move now, Ronan."

"Wait a little longer," Ronan said firmly.

After a long while, Ronan seemed to have finally gotten used to it. He slowly made some thrusting movements. The stimulation from the friction at the cervix made Ronan lose control, and then more than a dozen jets shot in. The powerful jets directly washed over the cervical walls, and the intense stimulation caused the cervix to open completely. Ronan took the opportunity to pull out.

Before Ronan could get up, Ambrina, who was still lying down, suddenly gushed out, her own vaginal fluids spurting out along with what Ronan had ejaculated inside her.

Ambrina lay on the ground, panting heavily. Her hair was already soaked with sweat and stuck to her forehead. She looked like she had just given birth, and her clothes were completely drenched.

Ronan gently pressed his lips against Ambrina's back, stroking her back for a while until her breathing became even.

"By the way, Anri, how did you do that?" Ronan asked curiously.

"The most distinctive feature of summoning magic is its ability to merge with the summoned spirit. However, the summoned spirits passed down in our family are quite special and seem unable to merge. But after reading some of Lawrence's works from the past, as well as some books on magic theory written by you, Ronan, in recent years, and some information I obtained from Lavigne, I started to try to merge, but I have been failing."

“But by chance, it seemed that I had successfully merged with it once. Later, I tried repeatedly and was able to stably enter a semi-merged state. After entering this state, I could make my body change,” Ambrina explained.

Ronan was utterly astonished. His wife, who was good for nothing and lazy, had actually started researching magic and even made some progress. Although it didn't seem to be of much use at the moment, that was only for now. If she continued her research, perhaps she would make some groundbreaking new discoveries.

"Ronan, what kind of look is that? I'm a doctor," Ambrina said, slightly annoyed.

"Oh, right, right, right." Ronan nodded apologetically, thinking to himself, "You have a doctorate from correspondence courses, your first degree is from a church primary school, and you didn't even graduate. You're only slightly better than Ashley, who graduated from the university of life."

Realizing that Ambrina was really getting angry, Ronan quickly changed the subject and asked, "How far are you from advancing?"

“Soon,” Ambrina said.

The delicious food I've enjoyed these past few months has truly been worth it. It's no wonder it's called Seris; the improvement brought about by just one province is far greater than that of the entire country of India.

Ronan got up and said as he dressed, "Alright, you rest, I'll go open the door for Lily and the others." He already knew his daughter had been waiting outside the door.

Chapter 790 A Gentleman, a Traitor, and a Frustrated Emperor

Ronan went outside to open the door for his daughter Astrid.

Astrid, seeing that her father didn't even greet her, grumbled unhappily, "Old rascal." She then led Yang Nian inside to retrieve something they had forgotten.

What could Ronan say? He could only say that his daughter's Seres vocabulary was becoming increasingly rich.

At the same time, Isabel, Ashley, and Grand were in the theater, watching a play and eating something, which was a small celebration of the successful completion of the mission to settle the hundreds of people from the Ship Kingdom who were willing to come to Seris.

Twenty thousand taels of silver were spent. Five thousand taels went to the Admiral of the Guangzhou Navy. Without his help, even under the guise of tribute, entry would be difficult. Five thousand taels was considered a friendly price. Ten thousand taels went to the Governor of Guangdong, the de facto highest-ranking official in Guangdong. Without giving him money, things wouldn't go smoothly. The remaining five thousand taels went to a major broker here. This man wasn't just an ordinary broker; he was a broker who could sell slaves to the capital.

David was, after all, "inner wisdom and outer Tang," and his nobles didn't have many foreign slaves, so how could he have the "grandeur of the Tang Dynasty"?

The people from the Ship Country also pulled off a series of maneuvers after they entered.

First, they split into more than a dozen groups, entering the country under the pretense of coming to pay tribute from different countries. These people did not have any rare treasures, but wanted to exchange slaves for money in David. Then, the officials in Guangdong, with their keen insight, discovered that they were all fabricated countries, trying to deceive people into paying tribute. So they ordered severe punishment, expelling the leaders from the country, and selling the slaves they brought with them.

Then, some wealthy people bought these foreign slaves and rented them out to various factories and workshops in Foshan.

Through this series of procedures, the hundreds of people from Ship Country were able to legally and legitimately remain in Foshan, ready to contribute to the city's industrial upgrading.

The performance on stage was an excerpt from "The Story of Heroes and Martyrs," which tells the story of the founding generals of this dynasty.

Many people in the audience found it interesting, and some even cheered, but Isabelle and her two companions found it uninteresting because they all disliked this kind of thing that sang praises to those in power.

Isabelle was forced to play the role of a noble lady when she was young, which made her extremely rebellious. She didn't want to associate with those hypocritical nobles, but instead constantly observed and learned about the commoner princess.

Ashley, the king's illegitimate daughter who lost her mother at a young age and had to live on the streets, knew better than anyone what kind of world lay beyond those lofty, luxurious palaces—a world where people would kill for a loaf of bread.

Grandine admitted that her father had brought this upon himself, but that didn't mean she thought those in power who killed people for a little dissent were good people. Even though she herself had done her fair share of killings for her words, she never thought she was doing anything righteous or patriotic. In Ronan's words, she was just a member of the reactionary ruling class and an executioner.

"By the way, when are we leaving?" Golan asked, his impatience barely concealed.

“Perhaps, soon,” Isabel replied calmly.

Ashley yawned boredly. "I also think it's pointless to stay here. Why don't we go to Annam, support a puppet to rebel, and then have him abdicate? We can then come to Seris as an envoy."

After taking a couple of bites of wontons, Golan said, “Speaking of rebellion, I think Seris will be doing it soon.”

In the past month or two, they had come into close contact with the bureaucrats of Seris, and found that almost none of them were free from corruption.

But the problem doesn't lie there. The bureaucracy of the Kingdom of Phos was also corrupt, perhaps even more so in depth and breadth. During the twenty years of rule by the trio of Ronan, Dinia, and Ambrina, the Kingdom of Phos experienced tremendous industrial and commercial prosperity, further fueled by a series of war victories and the continuous expansion of markets. Meanwhile, much of Guangdong was still rural; how much could the poor possibly profit from such a situation?

The problem is that the people of Seris are all greedy for their own interests. In Seris parlance, they are like water in a well, each minding its own business. When there's nothing to do, they try to undermine each other in different ways, and when something happens, they just give up.

The root cause is that there are too many interest groups, and they are too scattered.

A country is not afraid of a few powerful interest groups fighting amongst themselves; what it fears is too many interest groups intertwined with each other. A large and scattered interest group will undoubtedly undermine the country's organizational capacity, and a country that loses its organizational capacity will lose its ability to correct its mistakes.

When problems arise, no one steps up to take responsibility; instead, everyone just gives up and shirks their duties.

"Say less, someone here might understand you," Isabel warned in a low voice.

Ashley smiled and said, "I think so too, but I think it might be the emperor of Seris who is going to rebel."

"Huh?" Isabel was also surprised, wondering where Ashley's words came from.

“My princess, your political acumen seems to have declined lately,” Ashley said sarcastically. “In Guangdong, can the governor suppress the voices of the government and control those gentry and celebrities who have extraordinary powers? Logically speaking, these people should be on good terms with Chen Zuolin and come to cause us trouble, but they are not. They even welcome it.”

"Upon closer reflection, Chen Zuolin shouldn't have had any dealings with Sartre's group. So how did they end up colluding? I've heard that Chen Zuolin's teacher, with the support of the previous emperor of Seris, went to research how to enable more people to have talent, but he died in his forties."

Ashley pinpointed the problem.

Studying the gifts bestowed by the emperor is a blessing to the world, and it makes one a benevolent and righteous person. However, studying this with the emperor's support is an attempt to disrupt the system of co-rule with the scholar-officials, making one a traitor to the country, and righteous people should punish such a person.

“I understand now, Chen Zuolin is on the emperor’s side.” Golan looked like he had just realized something. “Emperor Seris wants to control a certain number of people with extraordinary powers to strengthen, no, to reclaim his power.”

It's about taking it back, not strengthening it, because according to Liu Menglong, Emperor Seris has no real power and can't even command the army. In terms of power, he's not even as powerful as Ambrina back then, since Ambrina could command the army.

Ashley took a sip of the soup with three kinds of seafood. "It's a pity that the King of the South Sea is too incompetent. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a bad idea to support him in a rebellion."

Isabel swallowed a beef ball whole and chewed it fiercely. "That's enough for you two. Seris's affairs are none of our business."

"It's just a joke, don't take it so seriously."

"That's it."

Ashley and Gloria worked together in perfect harmony.

Meanwhile, Dinya and her two companions were socializing.

Ronan also wanted to build a monopoly in the iron and steel and textile industries, which would naturally involve a large group of businessmen.

Before discussing serious matters, we naturally need to eat and drink first.

"Madam Di has a truly enormous capacity for alcohol; I, Wang, am impressed," Wang Zhixiao said, slightly drunk.

The others were similar to him, mostly shaking their heads and swaying their bodies, none of them able to straighten their necks.

"That's about enough. You all have other plans, and we women would only spoil the fun if we stayed here. So, we'll take our leave now." With that, Dinia left with Elena and Agustina, who were also a little tipsy.

Chapter 791 Double Surprise, Being an Emperor is Hard, What Does It Mean to Dance on a Knife's Edge?

Nighttime, in the imperial city of Yanjing, within the imperial palace, in the emperor's bedroom.

The current emperor of Wei is looking at a painting depicting Emperor Taizu hosting another banquet.

Emperor Taizu was born into a wealthy family and was already a renowned figure in his youth, with a wide circle of friends.

Zhao Shu, the founding emperor of the Great Wei Kingdom, was from Puyang, Henan. He entered officialdom at the age of forty. Before rebelling at the age of fifty, he had already been granted the title of Duke of Wei for his meritorious service in suppressing rebellions. At the age of sixty, he raised the banner of rebellion in Jiangnan. At the age of seventy, he ascended the throne and founded the Great Wei Kingdom. Interestingly, after sweeping through the Northeast at the age of seventy-five, he stopped in the North and forcibly moved the capital to Yanjing.

The exact reason for doing this is unclear, but the most widespread explanation is that Emperor Taizu deliberately wanted to drain the resources of the South.

When he abdicated at the age of ninety-five, Emperor Taizu still looked like a middle-aged man.

After all, it is a time when extraordinary powers exist, and it is quite normal for people with high cultivation levels to maintain a youthful state even when they are over a hundred years old.

According to Seris custom, an emperor cannot reign for more than thirty years. If someone is unwilling to be dignified, everyone will help them be dignified.

When Emperor Taizu was 146 years old, he looked only about 60 and was still full of energy. At the age of 147, he began to age rapidly and died that year, exactly 100 years ago.

"His Majesty seems particularly pleased today," the woman behind the emperor said. "Is there good news?"