Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Both Ambrina and Alice wore matte white pantyhose. Ambrina had a youthful, fleshy look, while Alice resembled a little girl. Zhao Yingqi wore white stockings with a slight silky sheen; Ronan had noticed the hem when she lifted her skirt earlier. Madam Zhao was also sitting with them. Her white stockings had thick, opaque white padding at the soles and toes, suggesting they were made of non-elastic garter stockings. After sitting down and no longer pulling up the straps, the stockings loosened slightly and became wrinkled.

Didi looked special today, wearing burgundy, sheer pantyhose that were especially alluring. Elena and Agustina both wore matte black stockings, but Elena's were over-the-knee, and one could imagine the way the tops of the stockings dig into her skin under her skirt. Agustina wore pantyhose, but unfortunately, you couldn't see the subtle muscle lines of her legs beneath the black stockings.

Isabelle, Ashley, and Gloria were all different. Isabelle was the same as always, with a silky bronze complexion, serene yet alluring. Ashley's was a slightly glossy champagne color, very sexy. Gloria, unusually, was wearing a very ordinary flesh tone today.

Falek, in black, had feet so fleshy they seemed about to burst out, immediately conjuring images of fat, bloated bodies. Faith wore yellowish-nude stockings that might look tacky on others, but on her, they exuded an even more alluring, almost unappealing "tacky" charm. Canaan wore pale nude stockings, appearing from a distance almost as if she weren't wearing any.

Lu Jianling wore black stockings, very thin, with thickened toes to prevent them from being see-through. Her feet appeared particularly large in comparison, but not at all rough; they were smooth and beautifully shaped. In Ronan's words, they were the kind of black-stockinged feet from a children's novel that could cover a child's face if stepped on. Guo Hanlu, standing next to her, wore white stockings, pinkish-white and opaque. She was tall, but her feet were very slender, giving the impression of a gentle, delicate woman, like a willow swaying in the breeze.

After watching for a while, Ronan lowered his head; he simply couldn't resist looking any longer.

Not long after they finished eating, the group began to set up camp.

For a group of extraordinary individuals, it's impossible to exert effort; they can directly process wood and stone using materialization magic. However, to build a particularly large tent that can accommodate everyone by using local materials, they still need to conceive and design it before starting work.

At this time, some people just watched from the sidelines, while others simply went far away and whispered among themselves, such as Zhao Yingqi and his wife.

"Well, he's not stupid, how could he not tell you apart from me?"

"If he's pretending to be stupid, why don't you pretend to be stupid too?"

Chapter 1062 Both sides are attacking the enemy's rear, some are happy, some are sad, "Field Battle"

While some were happy and others were sad, things were relatively relaxed within the Progressive Association, with Ronan even having time for a vacation. However, the other factions were not having such an easy time.

On the Northwest Army side, the Hu people were very restless.

In truth, these people could no longer be considered "Hu" (non-Han Chinese); they had long since assimilated into Han culture. Most of them couldn't even speak their own language, and their cultivation methods were the mainstream methods of Seris. It was only because of their semi-agricultural, semi-pastoral lifestyle and the customs brought about by their region that they were still considered Hu. Among this group, there were also many Han Chinese who had undergone some degree of Hu assimilation.

One reason for their unrest was the rift caused by the Northwest Army's previous inaction. It had been repaired, but not completely. The deeper reason was the weather. It was getting cold, and the harvest was not good. They hoped that the Northwest Army could provide some assistance, but the Northwest Army only gave them a token amount.

Of course they were not satisfied.

But the Northwest Army Corps couldn't do anything about it; with the weather getting colder, the harvests in the areas they occupied were just as bad.

They're barely managing to get by themselves, yet they're supporting the "barbarians"? What are they thinking?

If we could go back to the peaceful times of a decade or so ago, as an army, they wouldn't have to worry about the local areas at all. They would only care about asking for money and food. If the local areas couldn't provide enough, they would ask the imperial court for it.

But not anymore.

Exploiting the locals? That would shake the foundation of the regime, because the common people are also the beasts of burden for the local powerful figures. Although there aren't as many superhumans in the Northwest, they are not nonexistent. You can't just kill them all and then rob them, can you?

Several military leaders sat down together and discussed for a long time before coming up with a solution: a three-pronged approach.

First, internally, some people should be encouraged to donate generously, but not too much. Selective measures should be taken against two families with bad attitudes, and their property should be confiscated and their families exterminated.

Secondly, if the Hu people are restless, we can pick a few of the most aggressive ones, eliminate them, and bring over cattle and sheep for emergency use, while also deterring other unruly people.

Third, by making it appear as if they are about to enter Sichuan and extort money from Sichuan, they can always extort some money.

"Alright, brothers, it's decided then. First, we'll attack internally, then we'll raid the enemy's strongholds, and finally we'll extort money from Sichuan. If we hold on, we'll have our chance eventually."

"The Commander-in-Chief's insight is brilliant."

The Northwest is having a hard time, and the Central Plains are also in annoyed.

The harvest in the north was not good. In peacetime, we could have just held on, but now we have just finished a war. Although we did not achieve any great victory, we did not suffer any defeat either. Shouldn't we be rewarded?

The army controlled by the imperial court, especially the Imperial Guard, was effective in combat, and rewards were also indispensable.

The fact that the army wanted to be rewarded had already angered the imperial court. Seeing the situation was not good, the powerful figures in the north not only did not want to weather the storm together, but instead wanted to shrink back and squeeze the country dry.

It can only be said that, fortunately, Emperor Taizu was wise, and for generations, the court officials did not act recklessly. Numerous village communities still existed in the Central Plains, and these communities were loyal and paid their full share of taxes in kind and in cash. Of course, they weren't actually loyal to the court, but rather resolutely rejected the system in the Jiangnan region. They didn't want to become what was called "self-cultivating farmers" with only a few acres of land. As members of these village communities, their average landholding might not have been much larger, but they were organized collectives with much greater resilience and were not simply pure farmers.

These villages and communities are resolute in their resistance against Jiangnan, but their attitude would probably be different if the treacherous Gongjinhui (Communist Progressive Association) came.

Many members felt that the farmers' association was just a change of name, so what was unacceptable about it?

After some discussion, the two powerful ministers, Zhang and Yang, decided to send people from the Northeast to serve as cannon fodder, bringing their own provisions. They reasoned that their own people were too expensive to die, so they would send them to fill the void.

"Also, we need to raid the grasslands from the opposite direction."

"What, attacking from the opposite direction?"

"if not?"

"Ok."

The imperial court also happily made its decision.

On the other side, in Jiangnan, life wasn't easy either. Harvests weren't a problem, as the South was generally much better off than the North. Their problem was money.

After Guangdong rebelled and severely punished Fujian, maritime trade routes became less friendly to them.

The Jiangnan region was the largest supplier in maritime trade. Conversely, the region that had the greatest influence in maritime trade was not Guangdong, but Jiangnan.

"How to do?"

"My suggestion is to go to Japan and grab a few deals first."

"Isn't this like draining the pond to catch all the fish?"

"You still care about this?"

They're also planning a "reverse raid," but this time by sea, targeting Japan. It's only because Korea is so close to the Korean court that they wouldn't let Korea go either.

"And then what happens after you rob it?"

"Have a good talk with Guangdong. How can their shipment volume meet the market demand for East-West maritime trade? They will also suffer losses without us."

What should we use as bargaining chips?

"Let's make the Fujianese merchants take a cut. We can't just cut our own flesh, can we?"

Is this a good idea? No, it's a terrible idea. Doing this will eventually push Fujian to Guangdong, but we can't worry about the future right now. We can't even manage now, so why should we care about the future?

If we can weather this storm, regroup, break through the Jianghuai region, and head straight for Shandong, we can recover a significant amount of damage.

"Oh, right, don't forget we still need to buy weapons from Guangdong. Those rocket launchers are so useful. If it weren't for them, the Guangdong army might not have been able to stop our first wave of attacks against the Hunan allied forces in Hunan."

"They will probably sell it to the imperial court, or to those soldiers in the Northwest."

"Now that we know, we have to buy it even more."

"It's all that foreign devil's fault. Without that foreign devil, this war would have been a matter between us and the imperial court. Now the north is suffering from a poor harvest. If it weren't for Guangdong causing trouble, our navy could have been mobilized and would have broken through the Yangtze and Huai Rivers long ago."

"It's pointless to say all this."

Let's return our perspective to Guangdong, and specifically to Luo Nan.

When Ronan was called aside and saw Madam Zhao dressed in Zhao Yingqi's clothes and shoes, he burst out laughing.

Madam Zhao was first embarrassed, then looked resentful, thinking to herself that she knew doing this was pointless.

After laughing, Ronan became serious. "We're basically all immortal now. Even Xiao Guo, with her talent, will eventually reach the standard." Ronan's implication was that Madam Zhao's talent was lacking; she might not even reach the fifth rank in her lifetime, which wouldn't meet the standard for the immortal skeleton made of Wen Jin. As for her wanting to practice the immortality technique, that was even more impossible. None of the seventh-rank members of Seris had succeeded in practicing it yet.

For those who cannot live forever, joining them would be very problematic.

Madam Zhao hesitated and fidgeted, then finally said in a very low voice, "Isn't there another way to become a human puppet?"

Her words fully expressed her determination.

Ronan put his arm around Madam Zhao and said, "Let's go then."

"Ah, here?" Madam Zhao was surprised; she and Zhao Yingqi seemed like completely different people.

Ronan smiled. "Otherwise what?"

"Let's find a slightly more secluded spot," Madam Zhao pleaded softly.

“No problem.” Ronan readily agreed, picked her up, and flew away.

Chapter 1063 The Journey of the Heart: Gradually Approaching, Time to Move

Ronan flew with Madam Zhao to the top of the cliff.

Although it was a cliff, the edge of the cliff was covered with trees, so you could never see the two people from below. But through the gaps in the trees, you could see the campsite by the water and other people in the distance.

Ronan took two steps forward and pinned Madam Zhao against the tree trunk, beginning to grope her.

But soon, Ronan sensed Madam Zhao's resistance. If it were anyone else, he would only be more excited, but with her, Ronan stopped and took two steps back.

Before Ronan could ask any questions, Madam Zhao spoke first, "I didn't mean that, you can, it's just, um, I'm a little..."

Ronan understood what she meant. It wasn't that she was unwilling; on the contrary, she had already prepared herself mentally. It was just that when the moment came, her mind suddenly became a little confused.

“It’s okay, you can say whatever you want, I’m listening.” Ronan said, taking another half step forward, getting even closer.

“I don’t know how to say it. Actually, I was a little curious about you at first, but it was entirely because of her. I thought you were a pretty scary person.” As Mrs. Zhao spoke, she glanced up at Ronan and, seeing that he didn’t care about the word “scary” at all, continued to tell her own story. “I can’t explain why, but that’s just how I felt… Later, I tried my best to avoid contact with you, even though she kept talking about you in front of me.”

"She" refers to Zhao Yingqi, of course.

Ronan simply nodded, adopting a listening posture, but then quietly took a half-step forward.

As Ronan moved closer, Mrs. Zhao could already feel his warm breath. She paused for a moment before continuing, "After he left, and before his family arrived, I was planning to go to my father's place..."

Her father had been exiled to the Northeast for many years and was supposed to return by now. However, he happened to be caught in the chaos that led to her husband's death. After that, another "Ronan" occupied a key area in the Northeast, so her father simply led a group of people to the deep mountains and forests inhabited by foreign tribes. He only came out after Ronan and Dinia killed the other "Ronan" and wiped out all the remaining rebels and surrenderers with a group of seventh-rank members.

After Lady Zhao's father came out of the mountains, there was a power vacuum, and he quickly rose to power in the Northeast, ruling over territory in Heilongjiang. When the court summoned him back, he refused, saying, "This is a chaotic order, I refuse to obey." After the situation stabilized somewhat, he wrote a letter to his daughter.

"He cares about me much more than before. He even told me that if I went to the Liu family, I would definitely suffer. It would be better to go to his side. He said he would find me a good husband sooner or later." Even though a long time had passed, Madam Zhao was still very depressed when she talked about this.

Because it was obvious that her father wanted to use her for a political marriage.

She's been married and has children, which is perfectly fine, even better, because one of her children has extraordinary talent that can be inherited.

"Then, the Liu family came over again. At that time, I really felt like I had nowhere to go and no one to rely on."

Recalling that time, Madam Zhao couldn't help but feel tears welling up in her eyes.

At this moment, Ronan was almost pressed against her, one hand on the tree trunk, the other gently raised to soothe her cheek. "It's alright, it's all over now."

Madam Zhao sniffed, stopping her soft sobs, and lowered her head. "Yes, it's all in the past, but... I'm no use."

“You are underestimating yourself.” Ronan said, lifting Madam Zhao’s cheeks with both hands so that she could look up and meet his gaze. “None of us can manage the inner quarters as well as you do.”

Before Madam Zhao could respond, Ronan's lips sealed her mouth. After a brief moment of surprise and wide-eyed stare, she slowly closed her eyes. A moment later, her hands, which had seemed somewhat at rest, slowly rose and gently embraced Ronan's strong, broad back, which exuded a sense of security. Her toes, which had been so tense that even her white canvas shoes were bulging, finally relaxed.

After Ronan's wet kisses, she was completely relaxed and limp.

Ronan began to caress her waist, buttocks, and thighs through her thin dress. Compared to Zhao Yingqi, who was essentially the same person as her, she was younger and more fleshy, but still far from being voluptuous; she had the feel of a pampered young wife.

Ronan moved closer, and Madam Zhao's entire back pressed against the tree trunk. Ronan slightly bent his knees, and the tent he had erected penetrated between her thighs through her skirt.

Even through the skirt, the thing was still suppressed by the pants, and Madam Zhao could feel its terrifying thickness and hardness, as well as a burning illusion that she could only produce because she hadn't done it for so long. Even though Zhao Yingqi had told her many times, she had always taken it as a joke, because Zhao Yingqi had never been with anyone else, and it was the same person as her, both of whom were white tigers, tight inside and short.

Now that she was experiencing it firsthand, she realized it was even more exaggerated than described. Her legs were trembling, unsure whether it was from fear or excitement.

Ronan wasn't in a hurry at all; he simply thrust his hips between Madam Zhao's legs, occasionally grabbing and kneading her buttocks with both hands.

His movements were gentle, and he didn't touch any sensitive areas. Normally, a woman wouldn't be aroused by such actions. However, Mrs. Zhao was a married woman who hadn't had sex for several years, and she had already said what was on her mind. So, after just a few touches, she couldn't help but rub against Ronan.

Ronan remained in no hurry; he was waiting for Madam Zhao to take the initiative more.

Madam Zhao's breathing became increasingly rapid and heavy, and her eyes began to glaze over. Finally, she couldn't help but reach out and touch Ronan's crotch, even gently squeezing it. This was the first time in her life that she had made such a move. In the past, when she was intimate with her deceased husband, she had never done this; she had only silently cooperated while lying in bed.

She and Zhao Yingqi are the same person, both harboring a girl's yearning for excitement deep within. However, Zhao Yingqi grew up alongside Ronan, free and unrestrained, becoming increasingly closer to her "true self" as she grew older. In contrast, Madam Zhao received the traditional education of a Seres noblewoman. After her husband's death, she felt lost in both her husband's and her own families, losing both support and constraints. The moment she chose to accept Ronan, she began to gradually move towards her "true self."

As Ronan began to undress Madam Zhao, Madam Zhao immediately pulled off Ronan's trousers as well.

The two roughly and quickly removed each other's outer clothing. Then, Ronan picked up Madam Zhao, suspending her with her back against the tree trunk, and pressed the head of his thick, hard penis against the entrance of her vagina.

Madam Zhao didn't dare to look. She hugged Ronan, buried her face in his shoulder, closed her eyes, and prepared herself to endure the pain.

Ronan slowly penetrated her, and Madam Zhao felt as if her virginity was being torn apart, her tight internal cavity being expanded little by little.

With only half of it inserted, Madam Zhao's inner thighs began to twitch, and she couldn't help but moan softly.

Ronan held her, remaining in that position without moving.

After a while, Madam Zhao opened her eyes slightly, patted Ronan's shoulder gently, indicating that he could move.

Chapter 1064 White Stockings and Calf Stockings, Compared to Her Deceased Husband, She Was Exhausted from the Sexual Intercourse

As Ronan's thrusting movements were not intense, Madam Zhao gripped Ronan's shoulders tightly with both hands, her ten fingers sinking into his muscles. Her legs clamped around Ronan's waist, her calves, clad in white stockings, were wrapped around his waist, her insteps arched straight, her toes curled inwards, stretching the stockings on her insteps to an ultra-thin level.

Not long after, Madam Zhao couldn't help but pat Ronan's back again, "Ugh, oh, slow down, be gentle," she begged for mercy with groans.

The last time she begged for mercy was after her husband returned from a near-death experience at sea, after he had brutally violated her for more than half an hour. And now, it had only been a few minutes.

“Any slower and it’ll stop moving. Don’t worry, you’re not that fragile,” Ronan reassured him.

When Zhao Yingqi was fucked for the first time, he cried out loudly and eventually passed out, but in reality, nothing serious happened.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ronan did not hold back. Instead, he thrust hard, inserting most of the way in, all the way to the core of the flower.

Madam Zhao cried out in pain, clenching her fist and pounding it hard against Ronan, while trying to push him away with the other hand. However, she was suspended in mid-air and pinned to the tree trunk by Ronan, unable to break free at all.