Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Ambrina herself stood up from the audience and applauded to the actors, backstage staff, and musicians who had completed the elimination.

Then, under the cover of the guards, he and Ronan left the theater.

Although some people consider Ambrina a wicked woman who broke ancestral rules and a tyrant among tyrants, favoring treacherous figures like Ronan and employing cruel and tyrannical people like Dinia, many people in the lower and middle classes see her as a good person. In the nearly ten years since she came to power, the rate of inflation has slowed down, people's incomes have increased, public security has improved, many public facilities have been built, and many more entertainment venues for ordinary people have been added.

Many people don't know that Ambrina herself didn't really care about these things. Whether the king was a tyrant or a good man, she didn't care. She was just a person who loved her life. What she liked most was sitting in the garden in the afternoon singing to her husband Ronan and then enjoying afternoon tea together. The king? That was just a job. As long as she did her job well and earned her "salary," that was all that mattered.

Leaving the theater, Ambrina stretched and said, "Ronan, I don't think people in the Rhine region would really feel anything after watching this play."

"This script was originally written for our own people. It's mainly for entertainment. Besides the entertainment, it's meant to imply to the public that the lords of the Rhine region are bad people. They commit vendettas, conspire, and even force young lovers to die together. How bad are they? But they are also bad people who can be redeemed, after all, they eventually repented to God the Father."

Ronan explained with a smile.

When it comes to propaganda, the primary target is always one's own people.

"Are we going to take over the Rhineland?" Ambrina asked.

Those who like to call Ambrina a tyrant are mostly far less politically astute than she was.

"Yes, this play is just a dessert after the main course. After so many years of doing business, we have established a logistics system in the Rhine region for coal trade, and provided low-interest loans and aid for construction. On the surface, we have not sent a single spy, but in reality, we have developed countless spies there."

Ronan said.

"Is that so?" Ambrina asked in surprise.

A spy? How come she didn't know?

Ronan explained again, "I'm not talking about actual spies. I'm saying that when we attack, many locals will spontaneously help us. Isn't that espionage?"

Ronan would inform Ambrina of any political matter, whether it was a major or minor one, because the two were not only husband and wife but also ruler and subject, and honesty was the secret to their enduring sweetness.

Ambrina nodded, now she understood, but then she became worried, "However, if we occupy the Rhine in the future, I'm afraid that one of our allies who doesn't want to see a strong regime emerge in the Western Continent will immediately turn his guns on us."

Willand: Just give me my name.

With a sigh, Ambrina continued with some concern, "At that time, we might be attacked from three sides, or even from four sides."

Chapter 527 is actually quite optimistic: "encircling the point and attacking the reinforcements," being led across the river by being led by the nose.

To the south lies Bilia, and to the east lies the Empire—a conflict is inevitable. If the Kingdom of Fass were to seize the Rhineland, Wieland would also turn its guns on them. That's three sides. And then there's the Netherlands, the country to the north, making it four sides in total.

“Don’t worry about the Netherlands,” Ronan said. “We’ve crippled their agriculture and livestock industry with cheap food and feed, creating conflict between the north and south. If they were to declare war on us then, they might split apart as soon as the fighting starts.”

The Netherlands in this world is very large, and it is actually a united kingdom, roughly the size of the Netherlands and Belgium in Ronan's original timeline.

Originally, the northern part, which is "Holland", was suitable for grazing, while the southern part, which is "Belgium", was suitable for farming. They complemented each other and formed a good agricultural structure. However, since it was a united kingdom, the north and south were not very united. Moreover, the north was ruled by a group of capitalists who were engaged in maritime trade and were very willing to import cheap grain and feed from the Kingdom of Fass.

Once war breaks out, it will split apart with just a slight push.

Moreover, the Netherlands is a maritime trader, and in reality, it has a greater conflict with its "godfather," Villa.

So there's no need to worry.

"It seems the trouble still lies with Villa and the Empire," Ambrina sighed softly.

Ronan shook his finger. "The Empire isn't in much trouble either. We're not fighting the entire Empire; we're supporting the Protestant princes against the Emperor who supports the Catholic Church. We don't need to win; we just need to take over the Rhine region."

"As for the southern front, we just need to hold off Villa. We are on the defensive, not the offensive."

"The real problem is Wieland. He can't sit idly by and watch a powerful land power emerge in the western continent. Once he realizes our strategic intentions, he will not hesitate to stab us in the back. And their navy has developed very rapidly in recent years since they were lucky enough to defeat Villa. Our navy can't beat them, and a fierce battle is inevitable."

Ronan said.

All I can say is that "Ying" in any world is utterly disgusting.

However, Ronan was still confident of winning.

Although his military skills were practically nonexistent, the command system of the Kingdom of Fas was based on the German-style general staff of another timeline, and there were no figures like Napoleon.

However, the Kingdom of Fass under Ronan's leadership was far wealthier than the France under Napoleon in another timeline.

Napoleon, a penniless man who needed to borrow money, simply couldn't afford to lose, while Ronan could lose ten times. This was without considering issuing large amounts of national debt and borrowing money from various bankers. If he were willing to borrow money, he could lose twenty times.

Moreover, Ronan can't lose.

His strategic goals were only twofold: first, to occupy the Rhine region and form a true coal and iron alliance; and second, to deplete the national strength of other countries.

These two objectives are also aligned, essentially a strategy of besieging a stronghold to attack reinforcements.

The kingdom has occupied the Rhineland, and the other powerful nations will absolutely not allow it and will definitely attack. So they will just wait and see, for ten or twenty years.

I'll wear you down, and I'll ask you how you're going to lose? Money talks, you know?

Because of Ronan, the Kingdom of Fas has an advantage that no other country has: it can implement a wartime planned economy.

Don't assume that just any country can implement this. To do this, you need strong organizational skills and control over various industries. The Kingdom of Fas has a civil service system, state-owned enterprises, labor unions, and farmers' associations. Do other countries have these?

Uh, there really is.

The countries of the Western Continent are too closely connected. They can't even keep secrets about their military technology, let alone political and economic reforms. If they try to reform here, they'll inevitably be taken advantage of.

As for the Kingdom of Fas, its backside has been worn smooth by other countries.

However, the main countries that were touched were Wieland and Villa. Wieland had natural advantages, with coal and iron, sophisticated agriculture, and was isolated overseas, making it easy for small ships to maneuver. Villa, on the other hand, was rich and had colonies, and its king also commanded a strong army.

Of course, both countries have their own national conditions, hence the distinction between them.

As for empires, an empire is a feudal state where each feudal lord governs his own territory. The emperor can't even manage his own land properly, so there's no point in talking about reforms.

Then there's Suleiman. If you, Sultan, want to implement reforms, you have to ask our Royal Guards, who hold the crescent and star flag, if they agree to it first.

There is one country that is quite interesting, namely Swede, one of the countries in the Northern League. It is very good at copying, supporting industrial and commercial capital and then carrying out land-for-equity swaps, weakening the nobles without offending them too much, keeping good relations with the Protestant Church to facilitate tax collection, and then building schools and expanding the army.

However, Sweden is in the north and geographically distant, making them true allies.

In short, those damned Weyland and Villa, one a disgusting pirate and the other a heretical colonizer, are the root of all evil and must be destroyed.

“The Weylanders deserve to die,” Ambrina said angrily.

All she wants is to wear a crown, have some fun, and then retire. She doesn't really want to be the head of the Western Continent. Why are there so many demons and monsters trying to make things difficult for her?

“That’s right, we must kill those pirates severely when the time comes,” Ronan added.

After finishing their business, Ronan and Ambrina returned to the palace together.

The next day, Ronan went to work as usual and threw himself back into his busy work.

In 1594, Dinah, who had become prime minister, began his first five-year plan with the assistance of Ronan and the support of Ambrina.

It is now 1597, three years have passed. Judging from the situation, most of the first five-year plans can be completed smoothly, and some can even be said to have been completed ahead of schedule. For example, the trade unions and farmers' associations have basically gotten on the right track.

It's almost time to start planning the second five-year plan.

There's not much to say about the second five-year plan; it can be summed up in two words: massive military buildup.

More magicians, more weapons, prepare for a ten- or twenty-year war.

It's easy to say, but hard to do. Dinia convened all the ministers of various departments and spent half of the month in meetings, constantly discussing and deliberating before finally settling on a general preliminary plan. The final plan will be adjusted based on the domestic and international situation over the next two years and will not be finalized until the end of the first five-year plan.

After a busy month, it was already the second half of 1597.

Throughout the second half of the year, the two most important things for the country were the state-owned tobacco processing plants and the implementation of local cigarette monopolies.

This wasn't the first time the Kingdom of Fas had run a state-owned enterprise; they had accumulated a wealth of experience. In addition, their transportation system was no longer as backward as it was twenty years ago, so the project was almost completed in just six months.

The second thing is disarmament and police system reform.

The demobilized soldiers were incorporated into the police system, which was no longer under local jurisdiction but was instead vertically managed by a central department.

The state's authoritarianism has been strengthened once again.

Chapter 528 Entering the New Century, It's All About Donkeys, Let's Get the Secretariat Team in Place

Three years later, in 1600, the seventeenth century had arrived, and Dinah had been prime minister for six years.

The first Five-Year Plan has ended, and the second Five-Year Plan has begun.

That year, Ronan was forty-three, Dinia was forty-four, and Ambrina was thirty-five. She was still very healthy, playing and eating as usual, without any signs of contracting that strange disease.

Elena is 37, still at the fourth rank; Alice is 36, at the third rank; Agustina is 44, she has improved again and reached the fifth rank; Grand is 34, at the fourth rank, she is indeed very talented in magic; Ashley is 35, at the fourth rank.

Golan now looks to be around twenty-five or twenty-six, a bit more mature than her older sister who still looks like she's in her early twenties.

Ashley was about the same, looking to be around twenty-five or twenty-six.

Isabelle was thirty-three years old when she unfortunately contracted a strange illness that affected the soul. Fortunately, Ronan transplanted a crystal skull skeleton into her, and after half a month of recuperation, she fully recovered and returned to her work.

Originally only at the third rank, Isabel advanced to the first rank because of this, and is now at the fourth rank.

Ina and Lucien are both twelve years old and still at the first rank. However, Ina's magic power is already sufficient; she only needs an opportunity to reach the second rank.

Astrid is eleven years old and already at the third rank. This little monster of hers can almost be said to be the most talented elemental mage in the history of the entire Western Continent.

The other one is still in Garcia, and he's not even a novice magician yet; he's currently studying at school.

Ronan's youngest son, Louis, is five years old and has not yet shown any magical talent.

Zhao Yingqi is the oldest among the children. She will turn thirteen this year. Her strength is still at the first level, but she is already on the verge of breaking through.

According to the customs of this world, whether in the Western Continent or the Eastern Seris, she can no longer be considered a child.

Nighttime, inside the palace, on the large bed.

Ronan had well-defined muscles, but they weren't exaggerated. He still looked like a handsome young man in his twenties, except that he had grown a short beard, which made him look much more mature. He lay there naked.

Ambrina lay horizontally, her head resting on Ronan's abdomen, one hand holding his thick, long, and stiff penis. Sometimes she would open her mouth to suck on it, sometimes she would move her tongue to lick it, and sometimes she would playfully spit it out and blow on the hair between Ronan's abdominal muscles. She was content and at peace.

She wasn't particularly enjoying this food that she'd been eating for over ten years, but she was far from tired of it either. Ambrina's expression was like that of someone who was used to drinking a bedtime drink and then taking a small sip, showing a kind of quiet, blissful happiness.

"There's been a rebellion within the Empire. Is war about to break out?" Ambrina's eyes showed no worry whatsoever, only a hint of excitement.

As Ronan stroked Ambrina's long, slightly wavy, dark brown hair, he replied, "Let them fight. We'll just watch. It's still a long way off before we have to send troops."

"I see." Ambrina said with some disappointment.

She was really looking forward to the fight, to win a crown after it was over, then retire in glory, and finally travel the world with Ronan.

She wasn't tired of her sweet married life with Ronan at all, but she was really tired of life as a king.

Every two days I have to get up early for a meeting, a bunch of old bald guys and young bald guys arguing non-stop. I often don't get any rest until late at night because I have to deal with some so-called emergencies. In daily life, there are all kinds of documents, and my hand gets sore just from stamping them. Not to mention that many things can't be settled with a stamp; I have to consider them personally before making a decision.

This is just a normal thing. The key is that there are many unexpected situations throughout the year. As a country that can be described as highly centralized, these things cannot be ignored.

This is a perfect example of the saying, "With great power comes great responsibility."

Ambrina was the only one who didn't want to get involved; she was capable of sleeping during meetings, which almost earned her the nickname "Sleeping Queen."

If she wanted to be a diligent ruler, working ten hours a day would be no problem at all. These ten hours would be absolutely genuine. Managing a country that is beginning to industrialize is far more demanding than managing an agricultural country.

Even though Ambrina is slacking off like this, she is still much busier than some of the so-called regional officials in the country of Belis.

Is this even a human way to live? Even the donkeys on the outskirts of the capital are only this good.

Life is hard, the king sighed.

Ronan was perfectly aware of Ambrina's thoughts, so he got up, turned over, and faced Ambrina.

He pulled down the straps of Ambrina's silk slip dress, pressed his face against hers, and gently bit her nipple, rubbing and licking it. With his other hand, he slipped his hand inside her seamless white pantyhose and began to gently rub her plump vulva beneath her thick, dark pubic hair.

“It’s time to get you a secretarial team,” Ronan said.

"Ugh," Ambrina groaned softly, then asked, "Don't I have a secretary?"

Of course, Queen Ambrina had a secretary. Otherwise, would she have had Ronan personally deliver, organize, and compile all sorts of government documents for her? What a joke.

“I mean, a secretary like those secretaries in the Prime Minister’s Office Secretariat,” Ronan said, inserting three fingers together and beginning to thrust.

Ambrina instinctively squeezed her legs together slightly. "Is that necessary?"

"Yes, before your father passed away, he instructed me to carry out the system of the king's consort assisting in government. Here's what I'm thinking: select a group of reliable female officials, and then through open examinations and reviews, select some young girls from commoner backgrounds to serve as secretaries in the palace. They can learn while doing odd jobs. Those who do well can be transferred to the Prime Minister's Office or the Ministry of the Interior as secretaries. Finally, our Crown Prince will choose one of them as his queen, and this queen will eventually sit in my position."

Ronan said.

After hearing this, Ambrina gently patted Ronan's hand. Ronan understood and withdrew his hand. Ambrina tore open the crotch of her white pantyhose, stood up, held Ronan's large penis with one hand, and sat down with a long, satisfied moan. While twisting her waist slightly, she asked, "How could anyone possibly play your role?"

"I mean, sitting in my position, I am actually someone between the king and the prime minister, who can help the king restrain the prime minister."

Ronan further explained, while reaching out with both hands to gently pinch and knead Ambrina's nipples.

Ambrina began to shake herself vigorously and sit up. "I'm afraid the competition will be very fierce."

"We need to work together to select a woman who can help our son. Our son can't marry a noblewoman who only knows how to enjoy luxury and doesn't understand politics at all. He needs to be a beautiful and academically gifted woman from a commoner background who has come through the fierce competition," Ronan said. How can we produce talent without intensifying competition?

"That's true."

Ambrina nodded and stopped moving. Ronan understood, sat up, hugged Ambrina, and began to thrust his hips hard. In an instant, her juices began to flow out wildly, and the crotch of her originally opaque white stockings became transparent as they were soaked with water.

Chapter 529 Fun, Excitement, and Unhappiness: Each Has Its Own Unique Forms