Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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"Oh," Ambrina replied casually. "I'll go outside and ask someone to bring over some wontons."

"You really want to eat this?" Isabel said with a speechless expression.

Ambrina was puzzled and asked, "If you're not really eating it, are you just pretending to eat it?" After asking, Ambrina looked at Falek.

“I don’t need it,” Falek replied. It wasn’t that she was afraid of gaining weight, but rather that she was learning the longevity method from Kate every night, and being hungry made her feel better.

the other side.

Grandine was practicing magic with Agustina, both of them using extremely precise control to maneuver finger-sized fireballs into battle in the air. As a newly promoted fifth-tier magician, Grandine still had much to learn, and Agustina, who also belonged to the academy, was an excellent teacher.

Dinia was telling stories to her goddaughter Canaan. There were so many things Canaan didn't know, and she didn't need to know them before, but things were different now. Dinia started by telling the story of how she first met Ronan in New Sea City and how she got involved in the Seapiper incident, preparing to let her know the hidden truth of this world little by little.

Alice was practicing with Elena on whether a sword or a spear was faster within seven steps. Although Elena was a healer among mages, she was a master swordsman, cutting bullets like child's play. Alice needed someone like her to hone her reaction skills when she was in close combat.

Faith sat alone on the roof, carving wood with a carving knife. Although she had integrated into this special family, she still preferred to be alone.

Inside the room, beside the bed.

Zhao Yingqi sat in Ronan's lap. She had just cried, not because she was scolded at dinner, but because she suddenly realized that even in Seris, she could not find the feeling of being at home. This was not only because she grew up in the far west, but also because she did not belong to this world.

Ronan gently rested his chin on Zhao Yingqi's shoulder, rubbing it softly. He didn't ask what Zhao Yingqi was thinking, but he could tell what Zhao Yingqi was thinking. "It's okay, Yingqi, we are all your family."

Wasn't he also someone who didn't belong to this world? If he hadn't met Elena shortly after transmigrating, and if he hadn't had to take care of and raise Alice and Grand, two grown children, which suddenly created a strange connection between him and this world, he might have gone to the capital with the general who led the suppression of the southern rebellion because of his appreciation. That would have been a different story. In that story, he might never have been able to gain a bond with this world and would have always been in a state of detachment.

Zhao Yingqi sniffed. "I'm fine now."

Ronan smiled gently and stroked her head softly, "It's good that you're alright."

Zhao Yingqi moved Ronan's hand away and said with a hint of playful reproach, "I'm not a child."

"Yes, yes, you've grown up now," Ronan quickly replied.

"Hmph, just going through the motions," Zhao Yingqi said, dissatisfied.

Ronan stood up. "If you think this is too perfunctory, then I'll leave?" he said, taking a step forward.

Zhao Yingqi immediately stretched out her slender, shapely white silk-clad foot and hooked it around Luo Nan's thigh, "Don't go."

Ronan raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Yes, sir."

Seeing Ronan's comical posture, Zhao Yingqi's gloom vanished completely, and he couldn't help but laugh. But the smile quickly disappeared again. "Ronan."

"Hmm, what is it?" Ronan asked in response.

"Will there come a day when you stop liking me?" Zhao Yingqi asked.

“No,” Ronan replied. “I’m more worried that one day you’ll be kidnapped by some bad boy from Seres.”

Enraged, Zhao Yingqi kicked Luo Nan hard, then raised his neck and began to speak in a high-pitched, affected tone, "Although you're not handsome and you're an old man, I still think you're a good person. I'll reluctantly spend my life with you."

Ronan pursed his lips. "Yingqi, I admit it, but you said I'm not handsome. You can't go against your conscience like that."

“You weren’t handsome to begin with,” Zhao Yingqi said.

"Hmph, then this ugly man will make you, little beauty, give birth to an ugly monster." With that, Ronan pounced on Zhao Yingqi.

Zhao Yingqi also playfully punched and struggled for a while, but soon cooperated and kissed Ronan. Her white-stockinged legs stopped kicking and instead wrapped around Ronan's waist.

Just as Ronan reached out to pull at her skirt, Zhao Yingqi suddenly grabbed Ronan's hand, "No, they're all outside."

"Tch, let them hear how well-educated Miss Zhao moans in bed..." Before Ronan could finish speaking, Zhao Yingqi lightly slapped Ronan's face in slight embarrassment. Ronan smiled and added the last two words, "How elegantly she moans?"

Zhao Yingqi was truly embarrassed and annoyed by the word "refined," and he pinched Ronan hard.

Ronan pulled down Zhao Yingqi's skirt, held her white silk-stockinged feet and gently rubbed them against his face, feeling the unique texture that was both silky and slightly frosted.

After a long period of ecstasy, Ronan began licking from her toes, then her instep, ankle, calf, knee, thigh, and finally, he parted her thighs, buried his head in her warm crotch.

Chapter 738 I'm afraid you'll cry out; war and alliance, it's all about money.

He tore off the underwear and threw it aside. Ronan's mouth and nose rubbed against Zhao Yingqi's lips through a layer of white stockings. Soon, Ronan extended his snake head. The delicate velvet of the stockings and the smooth flesh of the hairless white tiger's hole made people feel as if they had returned to their teenage years in an instant.

Zhao Yingqi involuntarily clamped her legs around Ronan's cheeks, her feet in white stockings sometimes arching and sometimes spreading her toes. Her hands rested on Ronan's head. When Ronan's tongue moved too fast, she couldn't help but push it away. When Ronan only rubbed against her lightly, she couldn't help but press Ronan's head further in.

After a while, Ronan pulled Zhao Yingqi's white stockings down to her knees, and, holding his huge penis, slowly squeezed it into her smooth, hairless vagina.

After a while, Zhao Yingqi was still wearing white stockings on one leg, while the other leg was bare. Luo Nan gently pressed down on her and slowly thrust in and out.

"How can you be so gentle?" Zhao Yingqi said, stroking Ronan's back muscles with his hand.

Ronan looked closely at Zhao Yingqi's oval face, which was both innocent and alluring, her eyebrows that were not thick but fine, her almond-shaped eyes with inner double eyelids, her nose that was neither high nor delicate but cute, and her upper lip that was slightly upturned. "I was just afraid you would scream."

"I won't scream," Zhao Yingqi said, biting her lip. She wrapped her legs around Ronan's waist once more, and her waist and abdomen seemed to defiantly use the momentum to thrust forward a few times.

Ronan raised his head and placed his hands on Zhao Yingqi's not-so-full but perky breasts. "Heh, it seems our little Yingqi is quite impressive now."

"It's all your fault, being so rude, you made my body..." Zhao Yingqi couldn't finish the vulgar words.

Ronan reached out and pinched Zhao Yingqi's cheek. "Isn't that all because you seduced me, you little rascal who seduced your best friend's father?"

"Ahhh!" Zhao Yingqi became furious. "I'll bite you to death!" he said, biting Ronan's hand.

Ronan chuckled. "You're really going to bite me, aren't you? You're over twenty years old."

“So what if you’re twenty? I’d bite you even if you were two hundred.” Zhao Yingqi glared at Ronan and said.

"Looks like I'll have to teach you a lesson," Ronan said, before he finished speaking, he picked up Zhao Yingqi and jumped off the bed.

Ronan cupped Zhao Yingqi's buttocks with both hands, and Zhao Yingqi wrapped his arms around Ronan's neck in cooperation. "Heh, it's just this one trick. I'm not afraid of it anymore."

“Let go of my hand,” Ronan said.

Zhao Yingqi obediently let go, and in an instant, Ronan tossed her up. He didn't toss her very high, but his thick, long penis had completely detached. Then Zhao Yingqi fell from the air, and Ronan precisely inserted himself, thrusting straight up to the bottom, while catching her with both hands.

When Ronan tried to come back, Zhao Yingqi held him tightly and wouldn't let go. "No, it hurts there." She wasn't a monster like Dinia, nor was she someone with a special structure like Faith, nor was she a spatial type like Ambrina or Isabel. Her rank was a bit lower, and her body wasn't as strong as others. It really hurt when her cervix was pushed.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong," Ronan apologized.

Ronan tried to put Zhao Yingqi down, but her legs wrapped around him. "Tossing her up won't work, but this will do."

After a long while, the two returned to bed. Finally, Ronan grabbed Zhao Yingqi's upturned calves with both hands and ejaculated inside him.

After patiently cleaning Ronan, Zhao Yingqi looked up and said, "I want to order some clothes for Seris."

“Okay, let’s all make a few sets each,” Ronan agreed.

In this era, ready-made clothing shops were rare. Most ready-made clothing consisted of mass-produced work clothes, such as military uniforms, or clothes that didn't require consideration of fit, such as robes and cloaks. Wealthy people would hire tailors to take their measurements, while those without money would get some fabric and have their wives make them.

Most of Ronan's group had to be custom-made, even though Ronan himself was tall and strong.

Elena and Agustina are taller than many men, and Kate and Lily are even taller. Dinia, on the other hand, has large breasts; could she wear regular women's clothes? No, she can't, she doesn't have the ability, you know? Falek is the same; his buttocks are like millstones. Even Isabel, Ashley, Faith, and Canaan, compared to Seres women, have large frames; without custom-made clothes, they would look bad. Only Alice and the Golan sisters have a more Seres-like figure. Of course, there's also Zhao Yingqi, who is originally a Seres person; he would definitely look good in Hanfu.

While Ronan and Zhao Yingqi were chatting about the aftermath, outside, Ambrina and the others were eating shrimp wontons.

This area is commercially developed, and with such a thriving commercial sector comes a vibrant nightlife, especially in the port area where ships come ashore and depart day and night, making it a popular spot for late-night snacks.

Ambrina and Isabel personally brought back the takeout. Thanks to Ambrina's "preservation ability" and Isabel's "space teleportation," the wontons were still freshly served when they were brought back.

While they were eating, Ashley and Astrid returned. Ambrina took out two more bowls and told them not to rush to report, but to eat first.

After finishing her third bowl of wontons, Ambriina gulped down the broth made from shellfish, seafood, and bones in one go, let out a long, satisfying sigh, and put the bowl down. "So, what's going on?" The others who had already finished eating also turned their attention to Ashley and Astrid.

The two reported on the situation.

Just as they suspected, the pro-war faction wanted to escalate the situation and start a war. They believed India could be dealt with at any time, but the Westerners were the real threat, and their influence in Southeast Asia should be completely eliminated, starting with the Philippines and the Bajau people in Malaya. The pro-peace faction was not only cowardly but also short-sighted, and could even be described as traitors.

The peace faction felt there was no need for this, and directly accused the other side of trying to control the court, seize the opportunity to gain autonomy, expand the military headquarters into a protectorate, and repeat the old story of the Annam Protectorate, which they considered to be acts of treason.

Ultimately, the conflict boils down to the contradiction between Seris's global system and its overseas expansion. To control overseas forces, autonomy cannot be granted, but without it, they cannot withstand the pressure. Yet, once autonomy is granted, things spiral out of control. This is because these overseas regions, unlike Seris's northern grasslands, western deserts, and southern mountains, do not require financial support from the imperial court. Places like Bengal, West Malaysia, and southern Vietnam are not only self-sufficient in food but also capable of generating substantial profits through trade, even encroaching on Seris's own market.

Once they become powerful, it's not just empty talk that they'll completely disregard the imperial court.

Economic sanctions? Don't be ridiculous. In the early years of the dynasty, when everyone was of one mind, we had that capability. Where would we find it now? If you impose sanctions, it won't just be the livelihood of a million canal workers, but the livelihood of tens of millions of laborers along the coast.

The issue between the pro-war and pro-peace factions is not about war versus peace, but about the division of power, economic orientation, and even the question of moral orthodoxy.

"Why don't we have this problem?" Astrid asked, puzzled. In terms of overseas influence, the overseas influence of several countries in the Western Continent was much farther from their homeland.

"There are many reasons, such as the number of immigrants, the tradition of feudalism, and the differences in competitors, but the most crucial one is the financial system."

Chapter 739 Q&A: Lagging behind, is she unfit to be queen?

Ronan, who had come out of the house, answered his daughter's question, "We use a trade and financial system to connect our homeland and colonies. This is a traditional craft in the Western Continent, but it's very unfamiliar to Seris. Seris' civilization originated in their homeland, the Central Plains, and it took them thousands of years to completely conquer and develop the north and south. Let alone having a trade and financial system that connects domestic and foreign countries, I once asked Menglong, who is considered a tax official, how Seris collects taxes. I can only say that Seris' method of collecting commercial taxes is extremely simple and crude. If they can't even collect commercial taxes properly, how can they talk about establishing such a trade system?"

"Moreover, the current dynasty of Seris is in decline, while we people of the Western Continent have been transformed through decades of war."

Ronan added.

In another timeline, Western Europe also surpassed China in many fields after the Thirty Years' War.

Forget about culture, ideology, and systems; we're talking about the most fundamental things: the organization and productivity of the entire society.

In this hardest of things, Seris has fallen behind.

These things might be a bit new to Astrid, who had never been involved in politics, but they weren't new to anyone else. After all, they had worked with Ronan for so many years and were tired of hearing this stuff.

“I’ve been thinking about something. If we’re going to start a war, does it have to be this complicated?” Ambrina asked, puzzled. “Can’t we just create some conflict and start a war? Even if there isn’t one, we could create one. Using us as a pretext, isn’t that stupid?”

In the past, the Western Continent actually valued having a legitimate reason for war, even more so than Seris. After all, the idea that "nobles and generals are born with special privileges" and "whoever has the strongest army and the most powerful horses can become emperor" had been popular in Seris for many years. But in recent decades, no one in the Western Continent has cared about those things anymore.

“This is because the pro-war faction is actually very weak compared to the pro-peace faction,” Dinia analyzed. “They are so weak that they are not capable of initiating a war themselves, but rather they hope that the Western countries will do so. They are keeping us locked up not because they want to cause trouble, but because they hope that we will cause trouble, and then they will use this as an excuse.”

“They realized that we have some status and strength. Generally speaking, when mages like us are treated like this, they might do anything if they lose their temper.”

In fact, most powerful mages, while knowledgeable and intelligent, are morally deficient and prone to outbursts of anger. Knowledge and moral depravity are not contradictory, because morality, and even the law, cannot restrain them. Can someone without restraint develop morality? Similarly, intelligence and outbursts of anger are not contradictory, because in matters outside of magic and combat, they don't require much strategic thinking or calm analysis.

Society can beat those with naive ideals, but it cannot beat the magicians who wield violence.

Dinia had political ambitions back then, so she beat up the people from the Royal Capital Garrison and could only slink away to become a teacher at a magic academy. If she didn't have those political ambitions, what difference would it make if she beat them up or even killed them? She would just punish herself with three cups of wine.

Therefore, the pro-war faction in the Eastern India Headquarters also felt that Ronan and his group were being detained in such an ambiguous manner, so they must be doing something, which was a conventional line of thinking.

That didn't happen, because Ronan and his group weren't typical magicians.

If you really want to know, did Ambrina order more than a dozen bowls of wontons and then not pay?

If other powerful superhumans encountered this situation, they would at least smash up your government office, if not go on a killing spree.

“Then we can’t stay here any longer, can we?” Isabel asked.

Ambrina took out a bottle of juice. "No rush. If what Dinia said is true, then they should be worried when they see that we haven't caused any trouble. If they are worried, they will naturally come looking for us. If they don't come, we can just leave on our own and pretend that nothing happened."

If they want to leave, no one can stop them.

Isabel paused for a moment, then said, "I mean, we can actually do something."

Ambrina has no ambitions; she's content with food, drink, and entertainment, and can even sit in a scenic spot for an entire afternoon. But Isabelle can't. She can't stay idle. Besides, Dinia has found her own path. Dinia was her teacher and superior for the past twenty years, and now Isabelle wants to forge her own way, though she hasn't found it yet.

“For example?” Ambrina asked.

“Make friends with the people here,” Isabel said.

She had her eye on this place, and of course, not just this place, but also several surrounding states belonging to India. Bangladesh itself has good land, extremely high rice yields, and great population potential; where there are people, there are magicians. However, its mineral resources are somewhat lacking. If you add the several states to the east that belong to India, then you'll have everything you need.

If a Central Asian tribe from some remote corner of the world can call themselves a Sultan and rule here, why can't Isabel Freigo do the same?

Of course, becoming king here isn't urgent, since they still need to go to Seris. Making enemies with Seris now would cause a lot of trouble later.

But, making friends, is that okay?

"My dear sister, you've taken a fancy to this place?" Ambrina saw right through Isabel's thoughts. After decades of being sisters, how could she not see through this?

“Can’t I?” Isabel retorted, her tone quite assertive.

“Yes, that would be great. We’ll definitely support you then,” Ambrina said, meaning she would support you then, but definitely not now.

Dinia nodded, feeling that the people from the Ship Country now had a place to stay.

As for the drastic changes it would bring to this place, Dinia felt it was better for the place to change.

"I didn't expect your wish to come true," Ronan said with a smile.

Previously, when Isabelle made a wish, she said she wanted to be a queen, and it turns out she wasn't joking.

"Who do you plan to befriend first?" Ronan asked again.

“Of course, it’s that Sultan,” Isabel replied.

The Sultan is the second-in-command in Bengal, a position that has been difficult to attain since ancient times. Isabel, in Seris, would say that she is extremely public-spirited and enjoys making friends with people in need.

"Interesting! Interesting!" Ambrina clapped her hands in approval.

Having failed to get herself imprisoned, she was feeling incredibly bored, and now that Isabel wanted to stir things up, she naturally agreed.

"Am I going to deliver a message to the Sultan?" Ashley asked, knowing she was in for another job.

Isabel nodded. "Gran will go with you."