Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“Those who are willing to abide by the rules, even the most heinous and despicable individuals, can be let off the hook. Those who are unwilling to abide by the rules, even if it’s just a small matter with no significant impact, must be dealt with severely. We must instill a sense of awe for the law,” Ronan said. This was his consistent approach: those willing to play the game must be “rewarded,” while those unwilling must be severely punished.

Grand looked at Ronan with a lecherous grin. "Let's not talk about that. Let's get down to business, Dad."

As soon as she called out "Dad," Ronan knew what she wanted to do.

"Is it that urgent?" Ronan raised an eyebrow and asked.

"When Dad sees a good daughter like me who is both innocent and lustful, doesn't he feel tempted?" Gelan asked rhetorically.

Ronan reached out and pinched Grandine's little bottom. "Give me a break. You're still a pure virgin."

The white dress and white stockings were quite innocent, but Granny's appearance and temperament were far from innocent. Her eyes, like Alice's, were slightly narrow and long, with a hint of disdain, and her somewhat oriental and soft facial features gave her a cold and aloof look. In most situations, her temperament and appearance were consistent with others, but with Ronan, her temperament could be summed up in one word: seductive.

A pure and innocent little slut.

“I’m heartbroken,” Golan said affectedly.

"Alright, how do you want to play?" Ronan got straight to the point.

“Recently, I saw some interesting toys in Seris, and I made some modifications to them.” Golan smiled mysteriously. “Come with me, Dad.”

In the basement of Grand's room, Ronan learned what toys were.

Toy? More like a torture device.

A few minutes later, the first round of the game began.

Golan was put in a clamp, her ten seemingly delicate fingers were clamped in the front, and her white-stockinged ankles were clamped in the back.

There's no need for someone to pull on both sides to tighten the clamps; Ronan can do it with magic.

The sticks were all made of steel, because if wooden sticks were used, even if Golan forcibly closed her defensive membrane and did not use her own magic, the wooden sticks would still not be able to withstand the self-"rebound" of her special body as a fifth-order mage when she suffered damage. Extraordinary beings are such magical creatures.

Amidst the excruciating pain of being subjected to this torture, Golan breathed rapidly, sweat poured down her face, her hands trembled, her fingertips turned red, her white-stockinged ankles were squeezed so tightly they looked about to deform, and her toes were curled up even more tightly.

But in reality, she only felt some pain and there was no damage.

Chapter 961 The clamp, the wooden donkey, a little harder!

Ronan watched as Golan was being "tortured," continuously thrusting his thick, hard penis into her vagina, asking, "How is it?"

"Oh, oh, ahhh~~ Daddy, harder!" Golan cried out, demanding more force.

"Is it to thrust hard, or to squeeze hard?" Ronan asked.

"I want them all, I want them all," Golan insisted.

She enjoyed the feeling of being fucked in this pain.

Ronan was well aware that what would be torture for mortals would not cause any harm to Golan. In fact, she would have to forcibly shut down her passive defensive membrane and suppress the flow of magic before she could feel pain.

After a while, the toes in the white stockings began to relax, meaning she was starting to feel less pain. Wanting more, she blew on a pair of magic sticks and clamped them onto her breasts.

Ronan also cooperated by manipulating the clamps.

"Daddy, do you think my breasts have gotten bigger?" Gelan asked with a smile.

“What’s suitable is best,” Ronan replied.

"I just wanted to grow bigger, it's all that idiot emperor's fault, otherwise I would have had time to have a child and grow bigger." Golan couldn't help but curse as she spoke. According to Ronan's original plan, he was to develop more farmland in Guangdong for several years, but plans can't keep up with changes. The chaos in Seris was ignited by the emperor and another "Ronan".

Ronan chuckled. "Heh, go find Faith. She might have a way to make you bigger."

The bodies and souls of extraordinary individuals are linked, and they cannot be "plasticized" casually. Removing or adding a piece could have far more serious consequences than if an ordinary person were to undergo haphazard surgery, such as developing a supernatural disease. Extraordinary individuals can only alter their bodies through natural growth or by using special magic.

Faith herself has undergone a significant transformation.

If that weren't the case, Lu Jianling's deceased husband, as a superhuman, wouldn't have been so short and weak, needing Ronan to fully develop her abilities.

"No, I'd better not." As Gran said this, Ronan thrust into her again with great force, followed by another groan, "Uh, ah..."

Just as you can't play with a toy for too long, you can't eat a delicious meal every day. After going through this for a while, Golan took out a new toy - the wooden donkey.

The wooden donkey that people ride.

It was a wooden instrument, somewhat modified from a donkey, with a thick, long object extending upwards from its back. Instead of four hooves, it had four wheels. The wooden donkey also had a gear mechanism inside. When a woman who had committed a crime was to be tortured, she would sit down and have that thing deeply inserted into her. The executioner would then push the wooden donkey through the streets, and the turning of the wooden wheels would activate the mechanism, causing the thick, long object to pound back and forth inside her. By the time the woman was paraded through the streets to the execution ground, her insides were usually pounded into a bloody mess, and she was usually dead. At that point, her head would be chopped off, and the ordeal would end.

The thing was made to Ronan's exact size, with a soft outer layer and hollow wood inside. Golan, in her white silk stockings, lifted one leg and straddled it, letting out a long groan. She leaned forward, embracing the wooden donkey's head, her white-stockinged buttocks sticking out. Ronan followed, straddling her and thrusting into her anus.

Insert both acupoints simultaneously.

Then, Ronan used his magic to propel the wooden donkey around the basement. The wooden dildo was pounding inside the vagina in front, while Ronan held Galen from behind, his hands tightly gripping her not-so-large but perky and full breasts. His body rose and fell with the wooden donkey, controlling his thick, long, and hard member to twist and thrust in and out of Galen's anus.

Attacked from both ends, her legs, encased in white stockings, tightly gripped the wooden donkey's abdomen, but no matter how tightly she squeezed, she remained in a horse stance with her legs spread apart.

"Uh, so good, oh, Dad, I..." Golan began to speak incoherently, her mind was in a daze, and she even banged her forehead against the wooden donkey's head.

Ronan tightened his grip and began thrusting violently, "How could I possibly have such a lewd daughter as you!"

The entire wooden donkey began to creak and groan, looking as if it might fall apart at any moment.

At this moment, Golan's vaginal fluid had soaked the entire crotch of her white stockings, making the crotch of the stockings semi-transparent, and there was even a lot of overflowing fluid flowing down the inside of her thighs.

Not long after, Ronan also got his turn. He grabbed Golan and started fucking her hard. After his thick, hard penis throbbed, he ejaculated inside her warm intestinal walls.

With a pop, Ronan pulled it out like a plug, and a large amount of thick, white liquid flowed out, dripping onto the back of the wooden donkey, flowing to both sides, and all the way down to the inside of the white silk thighs.

Both of them were covered in sweat and panting heavily.

After a while, Ronan got down, then lifted up the weak-legged Granny and carried her down, saying, "You went too far."

"Hehe." Grand stood up with difficulty, one hand on Ronan's shoulder, the other wiping the sweat from his brow and brushing his hair aside. "When you're alive, you should go a little crazy if you have the chance, so you don't have to waste time thinking about unnecessary things."

Afterwards, the two of them took a shower together.

After taking a bath, Grand sat in Ronan's lap, and the two got down to business again. "Actually, I think the Seris model is pretty good; it's more authoritarian. The changes we made in agriculture were a result of incorporating feudal localism."

“People tend to see the shortcomings of their own country and the advantages of other countries,” Ronan said. “In fact, feudalism wasn’t without its merits.”

Shifting our perspective to Ronan's original timeline, China has always experienced large-scale peasant uprisings, and ancient Europe certainly had them too, but the frequency and scale were simply incomparable.

The reason for this lies in the fact that, for feudal lords, land and serfs were their own property and the foundation for competing with other lords. Furthermore, the king had no way to directly tax the peasants within the country, making the process of land consolidation very slow—a crucial, or even the core, point.

On the contrary, it was only in modern times, when Europe became democratic one by one, that the exploitation increased, and the lower classes lived a good life where "when talking about the glory of the British Empire, even the beggars on the streets of London would proudly raise their heads." It can only be said that they were thousands of years behind the "heroic Qin, who went to the national crisis together."

Ronan certainly couldn't allow Seris to actually produce any feudal lords.

He simply united local forces and farmers within the farmers' association system, giving them the right to negotiate with capital and the government.

Because unorganized peasants have no ability to resist the so-called general trend.

Sacrifice first, then compensate? Don't dream. Those with united front value will receive compensation without sacrifice, while those without united front value, no matter how much you sacrifice, can only be told that better days are yet to come.

"Won't this affect industrial development?" Golan asked. What she meant was that it would be harder to exploit farmers, and industrial development would slow down.

“In any case, incorporating areas suitable for intensive production into the agricultural association system will definitely increase the overall agricultural output,” Ronan said. “The extra portion will be enough to support the industrial workforce. So-called redistribution is just hoping for a ‘wise ruler’ to be in power, which is wishful thinking. Distribution must be implemented before production.”

Chapter 962 Embroidered White Stockings, Madam Zhao's Affairs, in Her Home

A few days after parting ways with Gelan, in an inconspicuous courtyard in the countryside of Shunde, where Madam Zhao and her two children are now temporarily staying.

Ronan teleported into the courtyard, where Zhao Yingqi, dressed in a Hanfu jacket and skirt, was bending over and watering the flowers.

Looking from behind, winter clothes are relatively thicker, and Hanfu isn't very form-fitting, so Zhao Yingqi's not-so-big or perky buttocks aren't visible. The only two things are her posture: the back of her skirt is slightly raised, revealing her slender white silk ankles.

The thick white silk is adorned with fine embroidered patterns, and the floral designs are also white, creating a cohesive whole with the white embroidered cloth shoes on her feet, giving it a unique charm.

Concealing his presence, Ronan quietly approached and suddenly spoke, "Everyone's so busy, yet you seem to be having a great time here."

Zhao Yingqi was startled. He straightened up, raised his head, pouted, and said, "Hmph, you don't come when I'm working, but you come as soon as I'm on vacation, and you even slander me."

"Okay, okay, I was wrong. Let's not talk about that now. I brought you your favorite beef sesame flatbread and donkey meat sandwich." Ronan said, picking up the oil paper package.

Zhao Yingqi was born in Hebei, but when she began to remember things, she was already in the Dongtianzhu Xingyingfu. She loved eating beef pancakes and donkey meat sandwiches when she was a child.

In Seris, even the nobles ate beef under various pretexts, but in the Xingyingfu, they ate it freely. They didn't raise donkeys much originally, but after the Seris people arrived, they started raising donkeys, and with donkeys came donkey meat sandwiches.

Donkey meat is not only a favorite among ordinary people, but also among the upper class and the powerful, such as Zhao Yingqi's father.

"Oh, it's still warm." Zhao Yingqi touched the oil paper package, looking happy.

“Of course it’s hot, otherwise it wouldn’t taste good.” Ronan explained, “The beef flatbread is freshly made, and it still tastes the same as before. As for the donkey meat sandwich, I flew to Hebei to get braised donkey meat and added some donkey intestines. I just heated it up and it’s here. I learned how to make this sandwich, so the technique is absolutely authentic.”

"Wait a minute, I'll go get her," Zhao Yingqi said, then turned and ran off quickly.

The "she" she referred to was Madam Zhao, who was another Zhao Yingqi. The two had the same childhood, the difference being that the one who was acquainted with Ronan was accidentally involved in another "Ronan's" experiment when she was seven years old, and later returned to France with Ronan and grew up in France, while the other one returned to Serres and married Liu Menglong after her father was convicted and exiled to the north.

The two of them are now as close as twins.

The two shared beef pancakes and donkey meat sandwiches. Zhao Yingqi said a few words to Madam Zhao, and then called Ronan to leave together.

While strolling along the riverside path, Zhao Yingqi recounted some events that had occurred previously.

The incident occurred more than two months ago, when the war between Guangdong and Guangxi and Annam was nearing its end. Liu Menglong's family still found Madam Zhao, and instead of asking around and alerting the spies in the area, they came straight here, led by a fourth-rank person.

Unsurprisingly, the Liu family's extraordinary power possesses some kind of sensing ability.

Initially, they tried to persuade Mrs. Zhao and her child to go back with them.

However, after Madam Zhao subtly expressed her refusal, they did not react much. They did not try to persuade her earnestly, nor did they imply any threat in their words. They simply said they wanted to see the child.

Madam Zhao refused to let them see the child, but they remained calm and stopped asking about the child altogether. Instead, they inquired about the year or so that Liu Menglong and Luo Nan had worked together.

Although Madam Zhao spent most of her time in the inner quarters, she had a very talkative best friend, Zhao Yingqi, and knew quite a bit about the subject. So she picked up on the first half of the story, in which Ronan and Liu Menglong worked together seamlessly.

As for the latter half, Madam Zhao was vague. After all, Liu Menglong was unhappy with Luo Nan's collusion with the locals of Foshan, and a rift had already formed in his heart. Especially when he was about to go to the capital, Luo Nan advised him to be careful, but Liu Menglong completely ignored this. Madam Zhao did not mention this at all, because it would be easy to misunderstand that Luo Nan's advice was not well-intentioned, but rather that he knew something but chose not to make it clear.

After listening, the other party remained strangely unresponsive. Although they could sense something amiss in Madam Zhao's words, they made no attempt to press for answers. Instead, they uttered some odd words, saying that Madam Zhao was in the prime of her youth and was perfectly free to remarry if she wished. They only hoped that she would consider their marital bond and not allow the two children to change their surnames. They also hoped that if anything were to happen to the Liu family in the future, she would offer some assistance for the sake of the two children.

“How can she help the Liu family? As for relying on you, that’s impossible too,” Zhao Yingqi said, puzzled.

“You’ve misunderstood, Yingqi.” Ronan waved his hand. “They’re not hoping for help with the rebellion. They’re hoping that if they fail, some of their people will escape here and she will accept them.”

"What ability does she have to accept? Uh, I see, these guys are utterly shameless." Zhao Yingqi suddenly realized that the Liu family wanted Madam Zhao to submit to Ronan, so that if they failed, Ronan would protect them.

Zhao Yingqi kicked a stone on the roadside. Although she hated Liu Menglong and even thought it was a good thing that her other self had fallen into Luo Nan's arms, the Liu family's indifference to the death of their own son and their desire to sell the deceased's widow for a good price was truly shameless.

Ronan didn't seem to care. "That's how it is with powerful families. Even if a member of the family is highly regarded, once he or she dies, he or she is dead. All the initial investment has gone down the drain, so naturally they will try to squeeze out the last bit of value from him or her."

"Should we contact them?" Although Zhao Yingqi was ashamed, he knew the reality and the current situation. Although the various rebellious forces could not be called friends, they had the imperial court as a common enemy.

“Ignore them.” Ronan shook his head.

"Huh?" Zhao Yingqi was surprised.

“If Jiangnan is lost, it is lost. If the imperial court tries to occupy it, it will inevitably face great resistance and provoke waves of resistance,” Ronan said.

Zhao Yingqi was still somewhat puzzled. "Why?"

"It is true that powerful families are easy to surrender, but if the court were to regain control of Jiangnan, it would have to carry out the confiscation of property and extermination of clans. Otherwise, how would the rewards for officials and soldiers be distributed? But once that is done, the northerners would have to take over those industries. To be honest, the northerners are not good at the economic model of the south, at least not in the short term. A sudden economic downturn would incite public resentment. Do you know who this public includes? It includes those high-ranking superhumans who ignore the chaos of the world."

Ronan explained that, in short, he wished for Jiangnan to perish, plunging the court into a "seemingly wonderful quagmire," but then again, Jiangnan was not so easily defeated. Its economic strength and population base were truly formidable.

"Oh." Zhao Yingqi understood now, and then changed the subject, "By the way, how about we go to her place after dinner tonight?"

"what?"

Chapter 963 I just want her to hear it; a bellyband, how can I stand this?

The house where Madam Zhao currently lives is quite small, a simple two-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house), single-story, with a small main gate at the front. To the left of the gate is the guard's quarters, although Madam Zhao doesn't employ a guard. To the right is the quarters for the maids and cook. Entering through the main gate leads to the front courtyard, with a central hall. To the left of the hall is the toilet, and to the right is the kitchen. Passing through the hall leads to the middle courtyard, where to the left are the water room and guest rooms, and to the right are the dining room and storage room. At the northern end of the entire siheyuan, in the center, is the main hall, which also serves as the living room. To the left of the living room is the master bedroom, and to the right is the study.

The master bedroom and the guest room are both in the northwest corner and are very close to each other.

It was nighttime, inside a guest room.

Zhao Yingqi lay there, and Ronan held her white-stockinged feet in his hands. Her white-stockinged feet were also slender and delicate, with a little more fleshiness than Alice's, but still far from the roundness of Ambrina's.

After a while of kneading and rubbing, I put it on my face and rubbed it around, and finally couldn't help but suck on it a few times.

He loves white silk, and he loves even more the white silk worn under Hanfu (traditional Han clothing) outfits.

Before long, Zhao Yingqi couldn't stand the teasing that was all flirtation and no real feeling. She pulled her white-stockinged leg back and crawled over to give Luo Nan oral sex.

She worked exceptionally hard, swallowing and spitting faster than ever before.

"Are you afraid she can't hear you?" Luo Nan, half-lying on the bed, said in a low voice to Zhao Yingqi, who was giving him oral sex.

Still dressed, Zhao Yingqi, who had only taken off her shoes, was engrossed in oral sex on the bed, seemingly oblivious to Ronan's words. She continued to make "mmm, mmm" sounds while performing oral sex, but she wasn't deaf, because after Ronan spoke, she started smacking her lips very loudly.

After sucking and licking for a while, she stopped, exhaled, and took a breath. "It's because Ronan, you're too big, like a donkey's." She spoke very loudly.

"Could you keep your voice down? There's a child here." Ronan pinched Zhao Yingqi's cheek like an adult expressing helplessness to a child. "Besides, I'm not as long as a donkey."

At this moment, Zhao Yingqi's voice softened, "It's alright, my eldest daughter is only three years old, and my youngest son is one year old and still breastfeeding." One is still too young to understand, and the other is still babbling and hasn't been weaned.

“I heard that donkeys are a foot long, and yours is almost that long too,” Zhao Yingqi said, raising his voice again.

“Not nearly there, only twenty-four centimeters.” Ronan’s voice rose, and he gave up entirely.