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Moreover, Ronan's title of Marquis of the Rhine is quite significant. The Rhine region is not the territory of the kingdom; it belongs to the Empire of Will. Lucien's title is truly a title bestowed upon him based on the map.

There's not much to say about the viscount; "deputy count" means the earl's deputy. Calling him a feudal lord isn't quite accurate; he's more like a bureaucrat. This position disappeared from the kingdom three hundred years ago because Aurant abolished the viscountate system and replaced it with a group of secretaries.

The word "baron" originally meant "warrior," but when you put it in Seris, it means a local strongman—those who know, know.

To put it bluntly, that's roughly the gist of it; the reality is much more complex.

Two weeks later, the wedding was officially held.

The wedding was first held at the Paristo St. Olcott Cathedral.

The first to enter was the wedding officiant, Archbishop Antoine. Although his title was only Archbishop, he was actually the supreme leader of the Kingdom's Seven Holy Churches. It was one thing that the Kingdom's Church did not actually pay homage to the Papacy, but it was not bold enough to appoint a pope on its own.

Then there are the flower girls, all children from noble families in the capital.

Next came Ronan, the groom, as he walked down the flower-covered velvet carpet to the archbishop. Although the wedding was sacred and solemn, the archbishop still smiled and glanced at Ronan, even making a slight gesture of invitation for him to stand beside him.

How could he not laugh? Ronan sold the steam engine technology to the church at a cheap price.

It costs money to express respect for God the Father.

There are no best men or maid of honor.

Then, the King led Ambrina along. Ambrina's hair was piled high, adorned with a crown of jewels and gold. Her face was covered by a white veil, and she wore three magnificent jeweled necklaces around her neck, with a huge ruby ​​pendant that was extremely eye-catching. Underneath her dress were white stockings, and on her feet were a pair of dazzling high heels studded with diamonds. The train of her dress was more than three meters long, and four maids had to hold up the train to prevent the wedding dress from dragging on the ground.

After the bride and groom arrived, the archbishop began to pray for the newlyweds, a very long and drawn-out prayer. After the prayer, the choir began to sing.

After the song was finished, the Archbishop started with the same old routine, the part about being together forever, in sickness and in health.

Ronan said "I do" to Ambrina, then they exchanged rings, and then Ronan lifted Ambrina's veil and kissed her.

To be honest, Ronan was impatient. It wasn't that he disliked Ambrina, but that he hated these tedious formalities. However, the moment he lifted Ambrina's veil and discovered that she was crying, his impatience vanished instantly.

He hated these things, but Ambrina was completely immersed in happiness and joy, which infected him as well.

Memories flooded back: the year they first met, he was twenty-five, his ambitions ignited by Dinia's arrival, and Ambrina was seventeen, still a somewhat naive little princess yearning to escape her predicament. Now, he was thirty, having accomplished what many could not in a lifetime, and Ambrina was twenty-two, no longer as politically naive as before, yet still retaining her innocence.

“I love you, Annie,” Ronan said, speaking these words completely, from the bottom of his heart, without any hesitation.

“Me too, Ronan,” Ambrina replied.

The two embraced and kissed.

With a round of applause, everyone offered their blessings.

After the wedding, the couple left the church and boarded a decorated car, parading from the streets outside the church all the way to the royal palace.

Along the way, citizens waved flowers and shouted their blessings.

Because they were given noodles, oil, and sugar? Of course, that's part of the reason, but that doesn't mean they didn't have sincere blessings. They did have sincere blessings and expectations.

Looking at these citizens, Ronan suddenly began to understand Dinia a little. When she was eighteen, as a hero of the kingdom, she was just like this, no, she should be even more genuinely welcomed by the people now.

With each change of dynasty, they hoped for a savior, a god, or an emperor to bring them happiness.

"Sigh." Ronan sighed.

"What's wrong, Ronan?" Ambrina asked with concern, while still waving.

As Ronan smiled and waved to the crowd, he replied, "I thought of someone, someone I admire."

Ambrina's face froze for a moment before she asked, "Dinia?"

“No, someone much, much further away,” Ronan replied.

He thought of that great man who rebuilt China.

He'll be very disappointed when he sees his own words, Ronan thought.

"Ronan, Ronan!" Ambrina called twice before Ronan snapped out of his reverie.

“I’m fine, Annie.” Ronan wiped away a tiny tear from the corner of his eye and looked ahead. “I don’t dare walk that lonely road. I’m not the one this land is waiting for.”

Ambrina held Ronan's hand tightly. "Although I don't know anything, I believe there's nothing in this world you can't do."

Chapter 334 Wedding Banquet, Ideas, Ancient Ritual

After the parade of floats ended, the wedding banquet officially began when Ronan and Ambrina arrived at the palace banquet hall.

All the nobles from the capital who had attended the wedding were present. Among them, the three men were surrounded by the most people. One of them was the current Duke of Loire, who was the biggest landlord in the capital and adhered to the family tradition of being low-key. When there was nothing to do, he quietly made easy money, and when there was trouble, he stood on the side of the king. This time, he did nothing, but he was still the winner.

Secondly, there's Karl's father, Earl Marcus of Lorraine. He was already a prominent figure in the aristocratic circle, controlling a large amount of land and people. Everyone knew that the Queen would remember his kindness by leading the donation for the wedding.

Third, Earl of Blue Coast. He is a nominal earl, without land, but he has quite a few businesses. However, he was the one who led troops to quell the rebellion in the south and helped Ronan. With business dealings and past favors, his value goes without saying. Everyone wants to take advantage of him.

As for the once-glorious Queen's brother, the former Count of Aquitaine and now the Count of Champagne, even those who used to be close to him no longer pay him any attention.

Aside from the nobles, there were ministers from various departments, represented by the prime minister.

The prime minister is not elected by the people, but rather nominated from among ministerial-level officials and then elected by the highest level of the country. He also has a directly subordinate office, the Prime Minister's Office, and a subordinate General Secretariat. His role is more similar to the prime minister of Seris than the prime minister of some countries in Ronan's timeline.

Naturally, most of the bigwigs in the bureaucracy had to revolve around him.

However, the Prime Minister was not in high spirits at the moment. As a man who had fought his way up from among thousands of officials, he had keenly sensed that this wedding was only a temporary truce.

Then there are the high-ranking church officials, headed by the archbishop. The church's businesses in major cities are nothing compared to their real power, which comes from their churches in the countryside. In the countryside, the priests are in charge of civil disputes, festival gatherings, and even some small local projects.

The archbishop's face showed a mixture of joy and worry. He didn't understand economics, but some of his subordinates did. These people told him that steam engine technology would lead to a boom in manufacturing, which would then affect rural areas, and that would undoubtedly shake the foundations of the church.

But they can't afford not to use this technology, not because they've spent money on it, but because if they don't use it, Ronan will. If they use it, they can at least maintain some control and shift some of their base to the workers in the future. If they don't use it, they're just waiting to die.

The nobility, bureaucrats, and the church are the three major power groups in a country.

Besides them, many people from the arts and culture circle also came.

Most of them were circling around Ambrina, including some who should have been considered retro enthusiasts.

Firstly, most people involved in the arts have little moral integrity; they either grovel or throw punches while kneeling. Secondly, in their eyes, Ambrina is the second person with artistic talent among the Freigo family of bumpkins, with considerable achievements in garden art and music. It wouldn't be beneath them or shameful for them to fawn over her.

As for the previous one, let's not talk about him. He was Lawrence's father, the one who almost brought the country to ruin.

There were no ordinary businessmen at this banquet; they weren't qualified.

From noon to evening, there is a buffet, which is mainly to facilitate people to move around.

The banquet didn't really begin until evening.

It continued until dark.

Although it was dark, the hall was still brightly lit. In an era when there was no kerosene, let alone electric lights, lighting up the entire hall was an extremely large expense.

The banquet ended, but the grand wedding was not over yet.

Soon, the band began playing music, and stopped when the first song ended.

Ronan, as the groom, followed the procedure and went to the center to invite his bride, Ambrina, to dance the first dance.

As the music began, the newlyweds started dancing.

Ronan was truly terrible at dancing. Even after a week of special training, he was still the same. He could only barely keep up when Ambrina led him.

As the song ended, Ronan and Ambrina's first dance also came to a close, and the two returned to their seats.

After that, it was a time for the male guests to freely invite the female guests.

At this moment, Ronan and King Lucien arrived at a corner.

The king held an empty wine glass in his hand. "My health is failing. In two months, I'm afraid I won't even be able to walk. The next match will be the last time I can help you. Do you have confidence?"

The next thing he mentioned was the establishment of the Ministry of the Interior.

The bureaucratic group would definitely oppose it, because the Ministry of the Interior has two departments: the Inspection Bureau and the Security Bureau. One is to supervise officials, and the other is a secret service agency.

Ronan took a small sip of his drink. "There's a famous saying in Seris of the East: if you want to open a window, you can't just say 'open the window,' but rather 'you have to tear down the house,' and only then will they agree to open the window."

"Demolish that house?" Lucien asked.

“The Ministry of Finance,” Ronan replied. “When we were discussing the wedding expenses, didn’t the Ministry of Finance say they didn’t have the money? That was using mismanagement as an excuse to demand more detailed management.”

So-called detailed management means breaking down tasks.

The Kingdom's Ministry of Finance has slightly less authority than the Ministry of Revenue in Biris. Although it doesn't manage household registration or land, the Ministry of Finance is in charge of both tax collection and finance, making it practically lawless. It will be dismantled sooner or later.

Of course, it's impossible to actually demolish it now; this is just a proposal to force the bureaucratic group to compromise.

“Not enough,” Lucien said.

Ronan knew this wasn't enough. Under duress, a deal was needed. "The Inspectorate will remain with the Prime Minister and his group for now. Let them enjoy monitoring themselves. Dinia will become the Minister of the Interior, and I will become the Director of the Bureau of Industry and Commerce. The Director of the Royal Palace Command will be concurrently held by the Captain of the Royal Guard. The position of Director of the Postal and Transportation Bureau will be given to the nobility. As for the National Security Bureau, this special agency, it will not have a director for the time being. It will be directly managed by Dinia. Isabel will handle the specifics."

Lucien nodded in satisfaction. "The day after tomorrow, the Imperial Council meeting. Dinia, you, Anri, come. I'll be watching."

Ronan bowed in respect, then returned to Ambrina's side.

Two more hours later, the wedding finally came to an end. Ronan and Ambrina left the palace banquet hall and returned to the princess's residence. All the guests also left and returned to their own homes.

Upon returning to the princess's residence, Ambrina and Ronan collapsed onto the bed.

Getting married is really exhausting.

After resting for a while, Ambrina sat up. "I'll go change my clothes."

"Let's keep this one, no need to change it yet," Ronan said.

At this moment, Ambrina was not wearing a wedding dress, but the outfit she wore for dancing, though she hadn't changed her socks and shoes.

“Okay,” Ambrina replied.

“You can come to that ancient ceremony,” Ronan said.

The so-called ancient ceremony was a bizarre wedding custom where the groom would use his mouth to remove the bride's stockings and then throw them to the guests, but Ronan and Ambrina cut it out.

"Dirty," Ambrina said, somewhat reluctantly.

“It’s okay, as long as it’s fun,” Ronan said.

Chapter 335 A youthful body and a youthful spirit are forever the greatest.

Ambrina sat on the edge of the bed and lifted her skirt. Her white stockings were covered with jacquard patterns and were covered with shimmering silver powder.

Ronan cupped her round, fair legs, clad in white stockings, in his hands. The feel of her legs was unchanged; they were like the soft, plump flesh of a teenage girl who doesn't like exercise and is starting to gain weight.

Ronan lowered his head and slowly approached, first biting the suspenders and then tearing them open. Without the suspenders, the stockings became thigh-highs. Then, he began to use his mouth to slowly pull them down, and the small fleshy parts that had been restrained by the white stockings were gradually unsealed.

He pulled the white stockings all the way down to his ankles, where they bunched up and became too big to pull with his mouth. So Ronan had to hold his toes in his mouth, pull the stockings out a little bit, and then gently bite down on that little bit and pull it out gently.

After a long time, Ronan finally succeeded in taking off the white stockings using only his mouth.

"Ha ha, ha ha," Ronan gasped. "I'm exhausted."

Ambrina laughed, "Then you still want to play? Really, Ronan, you're such a capable person, but sometimes you act like a little boy."

Ronan tickled Ambrina's sole, making her pull her foot back sharply. Seeing her adorable reaction, Ronan replied, "Anli, isn't a husband supposed to pamper and care for his wife like a father, and also act like a silly son, acting cute and affectionate in front of her?"

"I'm not going to say anything more." Ambrina grabbed Ronan's hand with a happy smile. "Go take a shower."

Ronan, like an impatient young man, scooped up Ambrina and said, "Then come on, my princess."

After a quick shower and hair wash in the bathroom, the two of them went to the steamy bath. Ronan jumped up and then plunged into the water with a splash.

Ambrina then went into the bath and sat down quietly against the wall.

"Anli, what's wrong?" Ronan asked.

“I’m wondering if we’ll still be able to do this in ten or twenty years,” Ambrina suddenly said, looking worried.

Ronan took two steps and sat down next to Ambrina. "For an ordinary person, it probably wouldn't work, because changes in the body will also cause changes in the mind. Tell me, if a child's soul is in an old person's body, will he still have vitality? On the contrary, if an old person's soul is in a child's body, then even if his heart is old, he will still be unable to resist doing some childish foolish things in secret."

"But we are different. Ten or twenty years from now, our bodies will not change much. If our bodies are young, our minds will be young too."

"Just like me, if I looked like a thirty-year-old man, how could Your Highness, the princess, be willing to marry me?"

Ambrina's gloom dissipated considerably, and she shoved Ronan, saying, "Hmph, my aunt married a middle-aged man when she was just a teenager."

"Let's not talk about these boring things anymore. It's our wedding night, so let's have some fun," Ronan said, embracing Ambrina.

Ambrina turned around and hugged Ronan, and the two embraced and kissed.

During their wet kiss, Ronan pressed his penis against Ambrina's vulva, but didn't penetrate immediately. Ambrina reached out and grasped Ronan's penis, arching her back slightly to give him a signal.

Ronan sat down, spread his legs, and held Ambrina in his arms, then penetrated her.

Ambrina immediately hugged Ronan tightly.

Although she had seen it countless times and had swallowed and licked it countless times, when Ronan's thing actually entered her body, even in the water, Ambrina still felt a tearing pain.

Ronan didn't move, gently caressing Ambrina and kissing her neck to help her relax.

Ambrina was about the same height as Alice, and looked slightly fuller, but was tighter than Alice.