Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Lu Jianling retorted in a cold voice, "Two years ago, when I came back, you said he was full of youthful vigor, and I pretended it didn't happen. Now it's happening again. Does he intend to be full of youthful vigor until he's eighty?"

The eldest son looked helpless and could only smile bitterly, "This is not impossible. After all, the second brother has inherited your talent, Mother, and is now at the second level. Although I have talent, I can hardly even reach the first level, and the third brother has no talent at all."

There's nothing we can do; talent can be so disheartening.

"I will try my best to find a good marriage for the third son," Lu Jianling said.

"Are you going to repeat the same mistakes?" the eldest son asked with a smile.

These words directly stung Lu Jianling. She remained silent, but was already burning with anger.

However, the eldest son showed no sign of stopping. "Mother, why don't you find someone to marry? Are you going to take care of the three of us brothers for the rest of your life?"

"Can't I?" Lu Jianling asked, suppressing his anger.

“You are capable; apart from the second son, we will probably all pass away before you, but why bother?” The eldest son remained straightforward.

"Liu Chongjin, how dare you!" Lu Jianling lifted his eldest son up with one hand.

She almost couldn't resist striking, but in the end she let go with a long sigh, her voice softening, "Chongjin, this matter in the capital is over. Do whatever you want, I don't care anymore."

"What is it?" Liu Chongjin asked.

"Never mind that," Lu Jianling said, taking out the secret letter with the prescription written on it. "Help me see what's written in here. I'm going out for a bit."

The eldest son, Liu Chongjin, asked again, "What are you going out to do?"

“Go and pick up your brother and take him home.” Lu Jianling’s voice was firm and decisive.

Liu Chongjin's face instantly darkened. "Ah, Mother, if you go, what will become of his reputation..."

Seeing his eldest son's expression, Lu Jianling was genuinely happy. Although the three brothers had some minor disagreements, they ultimately had a very good relationship.

"Do you think your mother is some kind of reckless brute who leads a group to rush in and kill people? I'll first go and ask his cronies about his situation. His friends will naturally lie and send someone to inform him. By then, I'll wander around outside for a while and come back. He'll probably be home by then."

Lu Jianling naturally wouldn't go to such a place to drag her son out, lest he lose face.

She will pretend she knows nothing.

After his mother, Lu Jianling, left, Liu Chongjin went back to his room and quietly opened the letter. After reading it, he was shocked.

He wasn't obsessed with cultivation; his interest lay in researching extraordinary powers. As long as he possessed extraordinary powers, that was enough. However, he remained deeply troubled by the tragedies of his third brother and second uncle, and even by the powerlessness of many ordinary people.

In Seris, in this corrupt capital, he found his kindred spirits.

They formed a society to study the methods of gifted individuals. They hadn't yet found a concrete solution, but they had already discovered the essential key: to destabilize the soul.

The prescription in the letter was originally just a powerful sedative, but with the addition of the "instructions for use" to take it, most people couldn't understand it. Coincidentally, he, who had been studying talent, could understand some of it and could tell that the two were combined to reverse the suppression of extraordinary talent.

This is absolutely bizarre.

Chapter 801 She was in a good mood, I was angry, so I apologized.

Foshan, late at night, Luo Nan's room.

Dinia lay sprawled on the bed, her long, snow-white, pale blonde hair casually pulled back. She wore a short-sleeved, light pink nightgown. The nightgown was already short, and with her lying down like this, her legs were sticking back, causing the hem of the skirt to ride up a bit. It couldn't immediately cover her two round, fleshy buttocks, which were extremely perky. Half of her buttocks were exposed, and the slightly thick, velvety black pantyhose were stretched transparent by her buttocks, revealing a skin-colored hue that clung tightly to the black gauze. Underneath, she wore white lace see-through panties, and the seductive creases of her buttocks were clearly visible to Ronan.

Dinya stretched one leg out, her black pantyhose semi-transparent on her firm, fleshy thigh, deep black behind her knee, slightly sheer at her shapely calves, and then deep black again at her slender ankle. Her heel and toes were slightly sheer, the gradual change in the sheen of the pantyhose perfectly highlighting the muscle curves of her beautiful legs. Her other leg was raised behind her, her black-stockinged foot dangling in mid-air, the sheen of the pantyhose on her foot constantly changing with her movements.

Dinia faced Ronan's massive penis, opened her mouth and stuck out her long tongue, using her snake-like tongue to hook and scrape back and forth at the glans and urethral opening with great dexterity, while her hands massaged her perineum from time to time.

She had done this kind of service before, but not often, only when she was in a good mood.

When she was in a bad mood, Dinia would just lick Ronan a couple of times as a token gesture, but when she was in a bad mood, she would ride Ronan and drain his semen.

Ronan, lying naked with his legs spread, asked, "Why are you in such a good mood today?"

“Recently, the treatment in various factories has improved a lot. Workers can see oil in every meal and can even eat meat on the weekend,” Dinya said, genuinely happy about this.

When she left Foshan, she couldn't understand one thing: Foshan's economy was clearly very good, but the workers and farmers ate very poorly, far worse than in France, and even worse than in some other island nations like Wieland.

Her first reaction was exploitation and oppression, but that wasn't the case. Seres's exploitation and oppression were not as great as the oppression exerted by the three great mountains of French nobility, bureaucrats, and clergy.

The reason is that agriculture here is not good, not because of the technology, but because of the land and the large population. Unlike many places in the Western Continent where the cost of raising livestock is low and the population is relatively small.

It was only after Ronan arrived and introduced more high-yield crops, and after paying a high price of only a few out of a hundred pigs to bring in breeding pigs with a higher meat yield from afar, that large-scale pig farming began here. Only with these two factors combined could the poor people here afford to eat meat.

"Is that all?" Ronan smiled.

"Of course not. Our ultimate goal is for everyone to have talent. But if everyone has talent, what's the point if ordinary people can't even afford basic education? It will only allow the upper class to gain slaves for even greater exploitation. Currently, only one percent of people are talented, but many of them are unable to receive an education and their talents are wasted. Seris is doing well, having established many schools, but it still hasn't reached the point where every talented person can receive an education."

After Dinia finished speaking, she opened her mouth and gave Ronan a deep throat, swallowing it all.

This is difficult for others, but not for her.

The extraordinary comfort, coupled with the visually stimulating shape of Dinya's slightly protruding throat, caused Ronan's large penis to throb. Dinya immediately spat it out and squeezed it tightly with her hand, stopping Ronan's eager ejaculation.

“Ronan, it seems you’re not up to the task,” Dinia teased.

“You’re too exciting, Didi,” Ronan said, his breathing slightly rapid.

Dinia smiled slightly, turned around, sticking her butt out towards Ronan, and with one hand dug a hole in her anus. With both hands, she spread her buttocks apart, revealing her black stockings and transparent panties, which then ripped open, exposing her pink anus that was constantly opening and closing slightly. "Try it, I practiced a bit."

"Didi, you are so..." Ronan was interrupted by Dinia before he could finish the sentence.

“If you’re going to say that word, then don’t do it,” Dinia warned.

Ronan eagerly grasped the thing, leaned over, and thrust it into Dinia's anus. It was tight, hot, and wet, and it was moving. Ronan almost lost control again.

After a short pause, Ronan began thrusting.

Unlike others, there's absolutely no need to hold back with Dinya.

Ronan was momentarily lost in thought, because it felt so incredibly comfortable.

Dinia also experienced pleasure, in addition to the unusual physical sensations of pain, tightness, and swelling, there was also a psychological sense of relief after being conquered.

After a while, Dinia crossed her legs and nudged Ronan with her heel, a reminder that she wanted more.

Ronan, however, deliberately teased, "Madam, I don't understand what you mean."

"Aren't you annoying? It was the same last time, did you always have to say those things?" Dinia said, deliberately squeezing hard.

"Ouch!" Ronan cried out in pain, then retaliated by slapping the woman in black stockings hard across the face, making her stockings tremble. "Just say it, please say it once, I'm begging you."

"I won't tell," Dinia replied firmly.

"Didi, over the years, I've worked hard even if I haven't done anything special." Ronan said, rubbing his head against Dinia's back like a puppy, and said in a childish voice, "Say it, just once, just once."

“Once is enough, and there will be countless more,” Dinya still disagreed.

“No, I’ll definitely come up with a new line next time,” Ronan said smugly.

"You..." Dinia laughed in exasperation, but wasn't really angry. She took a deep breath. "Fine, I'll say it. My big-rooted brother, please insert your genitals into my vagina, is that alright?"

"Hey, Didi, you changed all the lines." Ronan said angrily.

Dinia turned her head to the side, a smug look on her face. "Anyway, I said it, and I followed your wishes."

Ronan gritted his teeth, grabbed the two buttocks tightly wrapped in black stockings with both hands, and said, "You won't talk, huh? I'll fuck your asshole until it's ripped open!" With that, he began to unleash his furious attack.

Dinya bit her lip to keep from screaming, her hands involuntarily gripping the sheets tightly, her eyes closed, enduring wave after wave of force that seemed to pierce through her entire body and burst from her throat.

Ronan, in a fit of childish temper, lost all control and ejaculated within minutes. He then pulled out and sat directly on the edge of the bed.

Seeing Ronan's sullen expression, Dinia's smile faded. "Are you really angry?"

“No,” Ronan emphasized.

Dinia burst out laughing, "Then, big dick brother, please insert it into this slut's cunt?"

Ronan almost laughed, but quickly straightened his face and said, "It's too late, and it's not sincere."

"Never mind then." Dinia stood up, looking like she was about to leave.

"Damn it, Didi, I really lose to you. I've only just realized you're a bad woman too." Ronan was cursing and laughing at the same time.

Dinia turned around and got into bed, then crawled over to Ronan. "I'll give you some special services as an apology, okay?"

"You have new tricks up your sleeve?" Ronan asked, looking incredulous.

Dinia curled her thumb and forefinger into a circle, then stuck out her tongue and licked the area between her thumb and forefinger.

Chapter 802 Didi's Special Services, Unprecedented Stimulation, Not Competing is Competing

Ronan was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth. "You don't mind?"

“You just took a shower,” Dinia replied.

"Are you serious?" Ronan asked.

“Yes.” Dinia nodded in response; she was serious.

Following that, Dinia got off the bed and pointed to the full-length mirror, "You stand here, sideways to the mirror."

Ronan did as instructed.

Immediately, Dinia came up behind Ronan and took off her light pink halter-neck nightgown. The bra and panties she was wearing were a set, also made of transparent yarn with lace trim. In the mirror, Ronan could see Dinia in profile, her extremely full and swollen breasts that were about to burst out of the transparent bra, and her erect nipples.

There's also a slender waist, perky buttocks, fleshy black-stockinged thighs, long and shapely calves, and beautiful feet in stockings.

Dinia slowly squatted down, and the hole in her black pantyhose, which already had a hole in it, widened further, causing it to run. The black pantyhose on her thighs and knees became even more transparent with the movement, and fine wrinkles appeared at her ankles.

After squatting down, Dinia grabbed Ronan's hard, taut hamstrings with one hand, and with the other hand, she reached between his legs and grasped his semi-erect penis, her mouth and nose gradually approaching Ronan's rear.

She just stared at it, hesitated for a long time, and finally stuck out her tongue, but immediately pulled it back after just touching it.

After hesitating for a while, he finally closed his eyes, pressed his tongue against Ronan's anus, and began to circle his tongue around it while his hand in front of him started to stroke.

In an instant, Ronan felt an unprecedented thrill.

It's not just about intense physical stimulation.

It's more psychological; if an ordinary woman did this, it wouldn't be a big deal.

But Dinah was probably the strongest woman in the world, and she willingly served him in this position, giving Ronan a sense of conquest, as if the world was at his feet.

The intense stimulation caused Ronan to get an erection so quickly that it hurt him, as if it were about to explode.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Ronan could clearly see Dinya's nervous and ashamed expression with her eyes closed, as well as her movements as she squatted down and licked his rear. He could also clearly see the black silk threads of her dress gradually unraveling and the large breasts trembling slightly inside her transparent bra.

As for Dinya, she felt that rather than taking it slow and getting overwhelmed by shame, it was better to just let go and not go all out.

So the movements were amplified, with the tongue being inserted directly inside and stirred, and the hand movements becoming larger and faster.

They've gone completely mad.

Ronan tried his best to control it, but he still couldn't control it at all. The rebellious sperm and semen seemed to come alive and go crazy, all rushing to the front and trying to spray out.

In just two minutes, a thick, turbid liquid, a mixture of yellow and white, was sprayed out, dozens of jets at a time, the furthest of which sprayed directly onto the cavity wall three meters away.

Ronan, on the verge of collapse, looked as if he had been completely drained.

Dinia stopped what she was doing, stood up, and looked at Ronan's disheveled yet extremely pleased appearance. Her previous shame had vanished, replaced by a sense of accomplishment.

Ronan slumped on the bed, panting heavily.

Dinia came over, squatted down again, and opened her mouth to clean Ronan. After she finished, Dinia pinched Ronan's tiny worm, which had shrunk to only five or six centimeters long, with two fingers. "Haha, what a tiny thing."

“You won,” Ronan said. “By the way, who taught you this move, Elena?” Dinya wasn’t one to figure out techniques; she learned all her skills under Ronan’s tutelage.

“It’s not Elena.” Dinia climbed onto the bed behind Ronan, knelt down and hugged him, resting her chin on Ronan’s shoulder, and explained, “I’ve been to every brothel in Foshan, from the most upscale to the lowest-class, and interviewed a lot of prostitutes. After all, Foshan isn’t like France where we had to collect statistics on the residents’ economic situation. To understand the income and consumption of residents in a place, the best entry point is these prostitutes. I didn’t intend to ask those questions, but quite a few of them insisted on teaching me some so-called secrets to controlling a husband.”

“So that’s how it is.” Ronan said, reaching back to touch Dinia’s smooth, silky legs.

"You're coming again?" Dinia asked with a smile.

Ronan retorted, "Can't I have a go at it if I don't come?"

Dinia removed Ronan's hand, saying, "If you don't come, you're not allowed to touch me."

After a few jokes, Ronan got down to business, "Have you ever thought about going to Luoyang?" Something was most likely going to happen in Luoyang during that so-called grand sacrificial ceremony.

“I know you don’t want to go,” Dinia said.

Ronan touched it again. "Whether I want to or not is not important. What's important is you."

“I don’t want to,” Dinia replied. “The two of us are too conspicuous. We can fool ordinary people with our disguises, but we can’t fool those who are truly powerful. We are foreigners with special identities. At this sensitive time, a conflict might break out. That’s one problem. Secondly, it’s not beneficial. If Seris gets into chaos, or even a major upheaval, it will actually benefit us, right? We’re far away in Guangdong, so we can stay out of it and wait for the right opportunity to act.”

“People might die, a lot of people,” Ronan added.

He didn't think the Luoyang Grand Ceremony was as simple as a coup; it was more likely that someone wanted to use the alternate dimension ruins for something.

“There’s nothing we can do about it.” Dinia sighed helplessly. “Although we are just outsiders and the people of this country can’t accept us, this country is an extremely important part of the world. It’s time for it to change. I hope it will have a good ending. Rather than delaying, it’s better for everything to break out sooner rather than later.”

"However, your brother Liu may be in danger. If things get too serious, his teacher may not be able to take care of him."

Ronan had always been aware of this, and said with a slightly downcast tone, "To my shame, I could have said more to him and explained things more clearly, but if he stays in Foshan and doesn't leave, he's getting in the way."