Yes, Madam Prime Minister

As a cool and aloof beauty, it's normal that she doesn't know how to create a lively atmosphere and speaks very bluntly.

Such a beautiful woman, why wouldn't you come to see her? Are you going to watch a bald, middle-aged man give a speech?

Even if you're not a voter, just coming to take a look is a sure way to make a killing.

As a result, Dinya's speeches were always packed, and people took most of what she said seriously.

These words were carefully crafted by Ronan and Yvette through their collaboration, catering to the needs of different groups.

Dinya had a relaxed trip. She just changed clothes wherever she went, said the same few words, and left.

Ronan was exhausted. Did he really think that creating a persona was something that could be done so easily? It costs money, of course, not Ronan's money, but the money of a group of businessmen in Wright City and White Star City.

To be precise, it was money earned through gambling and smuggling.

Not only that, Ronan also wanted "strategic defense." What is strategic defense? Taking the initiative is called strategic defense. In order to prevent the opponent from smearing Dinia, he had to smear the opponent first.

Even a middle-aged man, if Elena were to handle it, could be so ruthless that he couldn't even utter a word against her.

With a month to go before the official vote, Ronan felt the situation was secure.

After working hard for half a month, Ronan took three days off to rest.

That afternoon, Alice brought Sabrina over, saying that Sabrina had some questions she wanted to ask Ronan.

Ronan already knew about this beforehand, because Alice had come to him five days earlier to report on what had happened between her and Sabrina over the past ten days.

Ronan immediately recognized Sabrina's identity. She wasn't Sabrina Igor; she should be called Ambrina Freigo, the kingdom's eldest princess and heir to the throne.

Ronan had heard some things about the eldest princess from Yvette.

So when Alice said that she had just been keeping him company and chatting about interesting things in the South these past few days, Ronan sighed deeply.

Ronan only said one sentence at the time: "You should know who she is by now."

Alice trembled, then bowed and apologized, telling Ronan that she had told Sabrina some things about him, and also told Sabrina how to counter the methods Ronan had used, and even used reverse thinking to come up with some countermeasures.

“Young Master, I absolutely did not mean to betray you,” Alice explained, head bowed. “I just…”

She wanted to say that she just wanted to help the princess.

“Idiot, do you think I care about that?” Ronan interrupted Alice, raising his hand as if to slap her, but his hand stopped in mid-air. “You, you’ve read a few books, learned a few things, and have a little experience, and you think you’re all set? These are just low-level power plays, the kind of games Winston and I play that aren’t even worth mentioning. If a ruler has to deal with his subjects’ moves, he’s already lost, understand? Giving advice to the princess, do you even have the ability?”

Alice lowered her head even further.

Ronan was somewhat disappointed. Over the past few years, he had broken down and analyzed many of his own affairs for Alice, asking her to do things for him. He didn't hope she would learn some skills or tricks from them, but rather that she could grasp the deeper ideas. But now it seemed that she hadn't grasped the ideas yet.

"Young Master, I..." Alice tried to explain further.

"Shut up and get out." Ronan rudely shooed him away.

Alice left, and Ronan knew that Princess Ambrina would definitely come looking for him. Sure enough, she came as soon as he had a holiday.

Back to the present.

“Hello, Mr. Ronan,” Ambrina greeted.

Ronan bowed respectfully, "Greetings, Your Highness."

Ambrina was surprised for a moment, but quickly recovered. Well, she had said so much these past few days, it was only natural that she had been noticed.

Taking a breath, Ambrina spoke up to explain for Alice, "It was I who insisted on asking Alice, and I hope Mr. Ronan can forgive me."

Ronan, of course, could not accept the apology, because the princess who was about to become the crown princess could not and could not be wrong; the only one who could be wrong was him.

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness. It was my maid's fault for speaking out of turn. I hope you can forgive her."

“I have some questions I would like to ask Mr. Ronan,” Ambrina said humbly and politely.

"Although I am not qualified to instruct Your Highness, I am still very honored. However, I am really a person without talent, and I only got to this position because of my bloodline. I have accumulated some shallow experience. It is of course fine to talk about this experience, but it would be a mistake to mislead Your Highness. And such a mistake would affect the country. As a patriot, I cannot make such a mistake."

Ronan starts with a long and complex sentence, the meaning of which is very clear, so don't ask.

The reason for his attitude was simple: this princess was clearly not there to relax.

Ronan worried that after a few words, the princess would bring up the "cake case" from three years ago. To be honest, the case seemed simple; on the surface, it was just a servant deceiving the princess—such things were all too common. But with the eldest princess, Dinia, the second princess, and even the king and queen's brother involved, it might not be so simple.

Ronan had only heard about it; he couldn't make any reasonable inferences.

Even if he could, could a mere secretary-general from a remote area presume to speculate on such a matter?

Ambrina simply smiled at Ronan's attitude. "Since Mr. Ronan's experience cannot answer some of my questions, could Mr. Ronan tell me whose experience can help me find the answers?"

This rhetorical question is quite interesting. Was it her own answer or something Alice had prepared for her beforehand?

If it were her, it wouldn't be impossible for her to have a chat with this prince.

Chapter Sixty: Test, Clash, Limited Spots

After all, Ronan had already boarded Dinia's ship, and Dinia supported her.

"Actually, for Your Highness, reading the biographies of His Majesty Oran and His Majesty Lawrence is enough."

Ronan said this.

"Huh?" Ambrina looked surprised. For a moment, her reaction was exactly like that of a little girl who had been frightened.

Seeing her reaction, Ronan understood that she was still the quiet yet sweet princess, and that last sentence was just a prepared line.

"Your Highness, I may need to discuss something with someone in the study later, please excuse me," Ronan said apologetically.

Judging by the time, the five secretaries-general should be arriving soon.

No sooner had Ronan finished speaking than Elena came running over. Seeing that Ambrina and Alice were also there, Elena glared at Alice, then walked to Ronan's side and whispered a report that the five secretaries-general were already outside the gate, waiting for Ronan to invite them in.

Just then, Ambrina suddenly asked, "Mr. Ronan, may I listen in?"

“Of course, Your Highness,” Ronan said, but then immediately added, “However, there are five gentlemen who are coming. They do not know your identity, and you are as serene and beautiful as the moon on the sea at night. They may have some misunderstandings with you and say some offensive things. I don’t think that’s what you want.”

“I can hide under the bed,” Ambrina said, “that way they won’t be able to see me.”

"This is absolutely unacceptable. I would rather die than let you suffer such a disaster." Ronan looked like a loyal minister ready to die for his country.

“Then how about I hide in the wardrobe?” Ambrina added, “Actually, the reason I came out here is to relax, but my father wanted me to see the true face of the kingdom outside the palace, so he asked Dinia to bring me out.”

Why the hell don't you go somewhere else to broaden your horizons? Why did you have to come to Wright City?

“Alright then, you can hide it in the closet,” Ronan agreed.

The princess has already brought up the king; how can he possibly refuse to cooperate?

However, the princess's wardrobe was not what Ronan had expected. She went directly to the living room, took a small wardrobe out of her body, placed it with a clatter in the corner of the study, opened the wardrobe, picked up her shoes, and crawled inside.

This is the same move that has been passed down through generations.

The Freigo family is truly remarkable. Orans was originally "Destiny," and this magic was passed down as a "ritual." Such examples do exist, but they are extremely rare.

The dynasty's founding monarch, Oran, had a nickname: "The Fortress," because his destiny magic was that he had a castle inside his body. This castle could not only hold large amounts of food, weapons, and even soldiers, but it could also generate magically created soldiers that he could command, including the Golden Eagle Knights, a type of flying unit, which was engraved on the family crest.

What's even more impressive is that Orans can directly summon and deploy this castle fortress outside. In other words, he can rush to someone's doorstep by himself and instantly erect a huge castle fortress in front of them. Are you scared of a castle riding right in front of you?

The most outrageous thing is that Orans himself is also very strong.

Of course, he was unprecedented and unparalleled. The strongest of his descendants was Lawrence, who could only store supplies and people, but could not create magical artifacts or directly project the inner castle to the outside world.

"Don't worry, I won't make a sound," the princess assured her.

Ronan left and led the five secretaries to his study.

The study was large, and tables and chairs had already been set out. The five people took their seats.

Without beating around the bush, Ronan got straight to the point, "You guys aren't here to force me to stop, are you?"

"Of course not. Our ancestors came here together a hundred years ago. We are all like one family. Family members will not make things difficult for each other."

"We're not here for the election; we just want to discuss with you, Ronan, how to develop after the merger."

The two secretaries spoke in turn, the former speaking in a sarcastic tone, the latter with a hidden meaning.

Ronan followed up on their conversation, saying, "Then let's not talk about the election, let's just talk about development. But this development depends on the new mayor's wishes, right?"

“Ronan, you’ve hit the nail on the head. However, we don’t know the mayor very well yet.”

“I have an idea to have the two mayoral candidates have a public debate before the official vote.”

To this, Ronan simply smiled and asked in return, "Didn't we say we wouldn't talk about the election?"

"We're talking about development here."

"The mayor is development, and development is the mayor."

The two sang together.

"Got it, you insist on a debate, right?" Ronan's gaze turned cold.

"It's just a suggestion. If parliament can play a greater role, there's not much need for debate."

“The city belongs to its citizens. If the mayor is someone who is willing to listen to the voices of the citizens, I think there is nothing that cannot be discussed.”

Ronan had fully understood their intentions.

Dinia has gained the upper hand. The secretaries’ plans to seek official positions have failed, so they have changed their approach and are preparing to become members of parliament. But that’s not enough for them. They also want to expand the powers of parliament. If Ronan does not agree, they will push for a debate. Everyone knows that Dinia’s speeches are dry and boring.

Ultimately, their demands have never changed: they were superior to others before the merger, and they want to continue being superior to others after the merger.

Unfortunately, power is limited. Dinia wanted it, Ronan wanted it too, and there was no more to give to others.

The contradictions between the two sides are irreconcilable.

“Politics is the art of compromise,” Ronan said. Upon hearing this, the five men’s expressions relaxed instantly, but Ronan’s next sentence was, “So you should compromise with me. Don’t even think about becoming heads of important departments or members of parliament. Just be content to be administrative officials in your districts.”

Ronan's words were so blunt that even the five self-proclaimed refined gentlemen couldn't help but change their expressions.

"Artes, I thought we were family."

"It seems that a debate is necessary."

They cannot compromise with Ronan, because they are not just one person, but also have their own team.

Ronan chuckled dismissively. "Ha, a debate? She only needs one sentence to cripple you all, like, 'The new city hall will heavily promote civil servants to the secretariat before the new year.'"

Upon hearing this, all five faces froze. What are young civil servants? They refer to the young backbone of their subordinates.

This is an attempt to promote their subordinates and undermine them from within.

The five gentlemen could only curse inwardly, "Ronan, you're a piece of trash, a dog that deserves to go to hell, the rotten thing born from being fucked by a demon."

“If we insist on a debate, and that candidate shows up on time, I, Ronan, will resign on the spot,” Ronan said. “Anyone can make threats. Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. If you agree to one thing, I will apply to the mayor for an important position. However, there are only one available.”

Chapter Sixty-One: Glue, Danger, Turbulence

The five fell silent.

Ronan continued, “After the new city is established, we will start planting some special high-yield crops. This is the top priority for the city’s economic development. We need experimental fields, so we need to reclaim land that some people have illegally acquired. This matter will be handled by the head of the judicial department, with the head of agriculture and the police department only assisting.”

How many plots of land are needed to set up experimental fields? Ronan is clearly using this as an excuse to rip off the big players.

And the so-called limited quota he mentioned refers to the judicial chief who is destined to take the blame.

"Ronan, are you crazy? Are you even a civil servant anymore?"

"You're clearly trying to find someone to take the blame for you."

"There are still limited spots available. At a time like this, are you still trying to sow discord?"

"Whoever wants to go can go, I will absolutely not do it."

"I don't see any need to talk."

All five of them spoke with great arrogance, yet not one of them left their seats or walked away.

Ronan crossed his legs. "Those who aren't interested can leave. Don't worry, even if you leave, you can still work as a local administrative official."

The five men looked at Ronan and thought to themselves, "What kind of administrative officials are they? If they wanted to be here, they wouldn't have come today."

Then, the five of them looked at each other, and good heavens, their butts were glued to their sides, and they just wouldn't get up. Didn't they agree to never do this kind of job of taking the blame?

Then, the five of them exchanged glances, signaling each other to stay together and not let Ronan's attempts to sow discord succeed, but none of them were willing to budge an inch.

"How about this? I have three days of vacation. You guys can leave first, have some fun in Wright City, relax, and come see me the day after tomorrow, okay?"

After Ronan finished speaking, he personally helped the five people up and then saw them off.

After seeing the five people off, Ronan turned back and returned to the reception room, where he saw Princess Ambrina standing there, staring at him without moving.

"It is truly rude of Your Highness to witness such a scene."

Ronan said.