Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“That’s right, it doesn’t look like me, but it’s another me, but I can’t say it’s me. I’ve asked the child, and he doesn’t know the other ‘me’.”

Ronan said.

On the way back, he had already asked Zhao Yingqi about it, but she didn't know anything about "Ronan".

Her father was an official in the "concession" and came from the royal family. She had a little conflict with her father and then ran away from home to the river, which is the very reasonable Ganges.

Then she felt a strange sense of closeness to a nearby temple, so she went inside.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at a place full of white sand. Then, the young man with purple hair and scales came. He was very surprised by her and was at a loss for words. Soon, her father's friend also caught up with her.

Then, the young man grabbed her with one hand and started running, while her father's friend chased after them.

From beginning to end, she didn't even know who the purple-haired youth was, and she didn't recognize the other "Ronan" at all.

"Oh," Ambrina responded, glancing at the young girl, Zhao Yingqi.

Like Ronan, Ambrina could also tell that the little girl wasn't telling the whole truth. She was hiding something, not something related to the purple-haired youth and "Ronan," but rather something unique about herself.

She must have something special about her, and she knows it herself. Otherwise, how could she have entered the alternate dimension and why hadn't she disappeared?

“After that…” Ronan then recounted the details of the subsequent negotiations to Ambrina.

Ambrina nodded. "So, we've now made enemies of that emperor?"

“We’ve been enemies ever since we sent troops into the Rhine region. Besides, if we’re going to give you a crown, we have to take him down first. There can’t be two suns in the sky, and there can’t be two emperors on one continent, right, Anri?” Ronan replied with a smile.

“That’s true,” Ambrina agreed, then asked, “So, what are her plans?”

Ronan didn't make any decisions on his own, but simply said, "She only speaks Seres and is a little shy, but she's alright."

“I see. Then let’s stay at the palace. There are plenty of rooms,” Ambrina decided. “Ronan, you can teach her French slowly. I’ll also learn some Seres language while I’m at it.”

"Then let's leave it at that." Ronan had no objection to Ambrina's decision.

Ambrina looked up. "Darling, after dinner?"

“No problem,” Ronan replied.

Soon, dinner began. During the meal, Ronan introduced Zhao Yingqi to his son Lucien and daughter Ina. As for his youngest son Louis, he had just been weaned.

Although Zhao Yingqi is from Seres, she is not at all uncomfortable with knives and forks and is quite accepting of some dishes, such as lamb chops, seafood soup, and roast chicken. However, she cannot accept dishes with mustard mayonnaise, stews with a strong milky flavor, or sour sauces.

The only surprise was that she actually liked the desserts. To be honest, even after all these years, Ronan still couldn't get used to the desserts at the palace. They were just too damn sweet, expensive, and awful.

After dinner, Ronan took Zhao Yingqi to the room he had arranged for her and began to tell her about his situation.

The main purpose was to let her know that I was very busy and couldn't take care of her all the time.

"Ah, that white-haired lady, is she the prime minister? And that one just now, was she the king, or your wife?" Zhao Yingqi was utterly astonished.

Many people in Seris had a basic understanding of the situation in the Western Continent, knowing that some countries were ruled by queens and that the Western Continent had some Warring States period-like characteristics. However, Zhao Yingqi, who was only seven years old, did not know any of this. The only thing she knew was that on the other side of the sea, there was a group of foreigners with high noses and deep-set eyes, speaking a language that sounded like a bird.

“Yes,” Ronan replied with certainty.

"So you're like, um..." Zhao Yingqi didn't know which Seris character to use to describe Ronan for a moment.

Chapter 509 Marquis Equals Defense Envoy, Motherly Anri, I'll Give You a Break

Ronan then explained his identity to the young girl Zhao Yingqi in detail: the King's husband, the Marquis of Rhine, and the head of the Secretariat of the Prime Minister's Office.

"That's about it. Anyway, I'm very busy and may not be able to take care of you all the time." Ronan finally said what he wanted to say.

"You're a marquis?" Zhao Yingqi was somewhat surprised, and he exaggerated it.

“It’s all just talk. Also, the marquises here are different from those over there. You wouldn’t understand even if I told you,” Ronan said.

"How am I supposed to understand if you don't tell me?" Zhao Yingqi asked, pouting.

In truth, she didn't care about being a marquis at all; she just didn't want Ronan, the only person who could talk to her and give her a sense of security, to leave.

“Well, the marquises here are probably…” Ronan patiently explained to her, even using some funny anecdotes.

How could he not see through the girl's thoughts?

“I understand, a marquis is a defense commissioner.” Zhao Yingqi reacted quickly. Her father’s official position was the defense commissioner of the Eastern India Military Command. Her mother passed away when she was two years old, and the following year her father took her with him to take up his post.

Upon thinking of his father and his mother, whom he had no memory of, Zhao Yingqi suddenly froze, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

He's still just a child, how can he possibly keep suppressing his pent-up emotions forever?

Seeing the little girl suddenly start crying, Ronan was at a loss for what to do. Although he was already a father of several children, and Lucien, Ina, and Astrid had all cried, it was a completely different situation from the little girl in front of him. At this moment, he really didn't know what to do.

Zhao Yingqi sobbed and wiped away her tears, her eyes red from rubbing, but the tears still wouldn't stop flowing.

Just then, Ambrina walked in. She had come to see why Ronan hadn't come over for so long, but when she entered, she saw the little girl crying.

"Ronan, why did you make him cry?" Ambrina asked with a hint of accusation.

Ronan spread his hands, indicating his innocence, "This, I, I don't know what happened either, Annie."

One second they were talking about the Marquis, the next they were crying. How was he supposed to know what was going on?

Ambrina walked over, took out her favorite large fried chicken leg from her "restaurant," and said to Zhao Yingqi, "Want some? If you're unhappy about something, just eat it, and you'll be happy."

The chicken legs taken out of the special space were still in the state of freshly cooked, steaming hot and exuding the aroma of oil.

Ronan couldn't help but smile. Ambriina, like him, was someone who knew absolutely nothing about taking care of children, except that Anri herself thought she was quite good at it.

“What are you standing there for? Translate!” Ambrina urged Ronan to hurry up and translate.

"What am I supposed to translate?" Ronan laughed awkwardly.

Ambrina slapped Ronan on the back. "I'll make you translate."

“Yes, yes, translator,” Ronan agreed, then said to Zhao Yingqi, “This auntie is offering you a chicken leg so you won’t cry.”

Zhao Yingqi suddenly burst into laughter through his tears, not because of the chicken leg, but because of Ronan and Ambrina.

Her father was a high-ranking official and a member of the imperial family. Since she could remember, she had met many couples of some status and position.

But she had never seen a couple like Ronan and Ambrina, who had no manners whatsoever and joked and played around so freely in front of her, an outsider.

Zhao Yingqi hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the chicken leg. "Thank you."

"She said thank you," Ronan relayed.

"See, Ronan? I'm the best, you're not," Ambrina said smugly, laughing like a child.

Ronan reached out and pinched Ambrina's cheek. "Yes, yes, Your Majesty is the best."

“Of course.” Ambrina said, and simply sat down next to Zhao Yingqi. “Let me tell you, when I was a kid, if I was unhappy, I would go to the kitchen and steal apple pie to eat, and I was never caught.”

Ronan suppressed a laugh. "You didn't get arrested? Who the hell would dare arrest you at a church school?"

"Translate, hurry up!" Ambrina urged Ronan again.

Ronan translated it for Zhao Yingqi.

Zhao Yingqi was stunned. Was the queen's childhood really that miserable?

Seeing Zhao Yingqi's expression, Ronan smiled and explained to her, "Haha, this is quite complicated. Anli's father is the third prince. He was a playboy when he was young. Her father was not around when her mother gave birth to her. She was sent to a relatively ordinary church school when she was very young, where she studied and lived with some common children. She only came home on weekends. Her father was often not at home, and her mother didn't like her very much either."

For a moment, Zhao Yingqi felt a sense of resonance; it turned out that this queen was just like her.

“What did you say to her?” Ambrina asked.

“I told you about your childhood,” Ronan replied.

“Oh,” Ambrina responded. “Then why does she have that expression? I was fine when I was little.”

Perhaps in the eyes of others, especially some nobles, Ambrina had a very difficult childhood, but she herself never felt that way.

Moreover, when she was seven years old, the same year Ronan transmigrated, her grandfather was already seriously ill, and her father, Lao Lü Xi'an, was acting as regent. When she was eight, her father officially ascended the throne, so her "hard days" only lasted a few years.

"Anyway, just treat this place as your home for now. I'll try to find out more about you," Ambrina said. This was just to comfort her; in reality, she already knew about Zhao Yingqi from Ronan. She didn't belong to this world; she was homeless in this world.

Ronan translated it.

"Mm," Zhao Yingqi responded, though she herself knew that she could never go back.

“Ronan,” Ambrina suddenly called out to Ronan.

"What is it?" Ronan asked.

“Let her come to my place, we’ll spend some time with the child today,” Ambrina said.

“That works too.” Ronan agreed, and then told Zhao Yingqi what Ambrina meant.

Zhao Yingqi shook her head; she was really embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, Ambrina pulled her away, saying, "Don't worry, my bed is very big. My daughter is about your age. Just think of me as your mother."

Ronan chuckled for a moment. Who knows why Ambrina suddenly had her maternal instincts triggered? To be honest, even Ina didn't receive this treatment.

Of course, it's also possible that Ina is just too mischievous and not very close to Ambrina, but instead clings to Isabel all the time.

Dragging Zhao Yingqi all the way to the palace, Ambrina took out her guitar, strung it, and sat cross-legged on the bed, playing and singing a very cheerful song for him.

For some reason, Zhao Yingqi cried again.

Zhao Yingqi himself didn't understand why he was so moved, even though he couldn't understand a single word.

“Ronan,” Ambrina called out to Ronan again.

"What's wrong?" Ronan asked.

Ambrina looked at Ronan and said, "I'll give you a week off to teach her our language. Kids learn quickly."

"Huh?" Ronan hesitated for a moment, but still agreed, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Chapter 510 Language Issues, New Approaches, Farmers' Loan Issues

A week later, in August, in the height of summer, at night, in the royal palace's sleeping quarters.

Inside the room, mosquito-repellent incense imported from the Suleimanians was burning. Ambrina lay on a raised cushion, enjoying fresh white strawberries, while Ronan massaged her back and applied rose essential oil, revealing her fair and smooth back, as white as cream.

Ambrina lay naked, wearing only a pair of white lace-trimmed stockings that gave her a princess-like air.

Ronan's skills were certainly not comparable to those of the professional female masseuses in the palace, but Ambrina just liked Ronan massaging her.

As she continued pressing, Ambrina used a small fork to pick up a small strawberry and fed it to Ronan.

“Ronan, Seres is so difficult,” Ambrina complained, then asked, “How did you learn it?”

“I learned it from a missionary. I was young then, so I learned quickly,” Ronan said casually, making it up.

“I think it will take me at least several years to learn it, but Zhao learns French very quickly,” Ambrina said while eating strawberries.

Within a week, Zhao Yingqi had mastered about twenty everyday phrases and could have general conversations, though her accent was a bit odd. She estimated that in another six months, she would have mastered French.

“It’s different,” Ronan said. “She was surrounded by French speakers, and she was all alone, so of course she learned quickly. It’s like those missionaries who went to Seres; some of them were quite old, but they still learned very quickly.”

The fastest way to learn a foreign language is to send someone abroad; they're guaranteed to learn it in just a few days.

“That’s true.” Ambrina thought about it and agreed.

“By the way, I’ll be busy again in the next few days,” Ronan said.

"What happened?" Ambrina put down her fork and asked.

"It's about the farmers' association," Ronan replied, while pouring some essential oil and beginning to knead Ambrina's soft, round, white breasts.

Ambrina spread her legs a little wider. "The loan issue?" Although she didn't concern herself with politics, she still read the necessary government reports.

“Yes,” Ronan replied, slipping his fingers into the crevice of the flesh.

At the same time, Ambrina bent her legs back, her two small feet, clad in white stockings, clamped Ronan's semi-erect penis between them.

Slowly, Ronan's penis became fully erect, turning into a thick, long, and ferocious monster, and Ambrina began to let out long, drawn-out moans.

As an old married couple, no words were needed. Ronan leaned forward and poured himself inside.

Ambrina let out a soft moan of pleasure, and Ronan, holding her waist, began to thrust rhythmically, neither too fast nor too slow.

Ambrina's waist wasn't particularly thin, but it was also completely free of excess fat. It felt incredibly fleshy and soft to the touch, and every time you bumped into her buttocks, it felt the same way—like a soft cushion, but not as light and airy as a cushion.

Over the years, apart from her breasts getting bigger, Ambriina is still that slightly chubby little princess.

After a while, Ronan's hand involuntarily slipped onto Ambrina's calf, which was clad in white stockings. The stockings were somewhat tight, while the flesh inside was so soft. The combination of the two created a strange pleasure that made him want to ravage her, yet he couldn't bear to use too much force.

Ronan released his grip on her waist, slapped Ambrina's buttocks a few times, and began to speed up.

The bed began to tremble, and Ambrina's moans grew louder. Her thick black pubic hair had turned into a large clump due to the wetness.

A few minutes later, Ronan stopped and picked up Ambrina.

The two got into position together. Ronan stood on the bed, leaning back slightly, his hands supporting Ambrina's buttocks. Ambrina wrapped her arms around the back of Ronan's neck, leaning back slightly as well.