Yes, Madam Prime Minister

"Only after that will it make sense to implement the four points you mentioned."

"Let's leave it at that for now."

Dinia also lacked a clear direction for the future. This was the first time she had ever done something like directly overturning the old order, and she had never seen anyone else do it before.

An hour later, Dinia, Ronan, and Yvette arrived at the rooftop of a five-story building in the city.

Ronan used the levitation shield to send Dinia and Yvette into the air. Yvette drew her bow and shot an arrow toward the watchtower of the distant Baron's castle.

The moment the arrow left the bowstring, it transformed into a mushroom and flew towards the castle tower at the speed of an arrow. Just as the mushroom began to fall, it suddenly split open, and Dinia instantly appeared in the air, using magic to shoot a mushroom from her hand.

The mushrooms began to fall from above the tower, and in the next instant, Dinia had landed at the top of the tower.

In just under ten seconds, Dinia teleported twice, covering a distance of nearly a kilometer in a straight line, and arrived at the top of the Baron's castle tower.

There are watchtowers around the castle, and the sentries on duty also keep an eye on the air, after all, this is a world with magicians.

But no sentry would notice a tiny mushroom flying through the night sky.

Then, Dinia successfully entered the main building.

There were multiple auras in the main building, but the two hot pot meals before were not for nothing. Accurately locking onto Baron Gates' aura and sensing his location was not difficult at all.

Soon, Dinia arrived at a door. With a wave of her hand, the latch transformed into a soft mushroom, and the thick wooden door covered in iron was pushed open. Just as Dinia stepped inside, an object resembling a spiraling iron cone shot towards her.

The next instant, a hole appeared in Dinia's body, and the spiraling iron cone passed through the hole, crossing the threshold without slowing down at all. The tip of the cone struck the brick wall of the walkway, and the spiraling force made it drill deep into the wall like a drill.

Inside the room, Baron Gates was smiling. He didn't know that Dinia would come, or that it was Dinia who came. He only sensed a magical power. He thought it was just an ordinary assassin, but he didn't expect to receive such a surprise.

But his smile lasted less than a second, because he discovered that the hole in Dinia's body wasn't made by the Demon-Slaying Cone, but rather she had created it herself. The Demon-Slaying Cone hadn't touched her at all; it had simply passed right through her.

At that moment, Dinia's hole was quickly repaired, and she was completely unharmed, not even her clothes were damaged.

“Don’t think that’s all,” Baron Gates said. How could someone as security-conscious as him only have one trap in his bedroom?

As she spoke, two more beams of red light came. This time, Dinia didn't even bother to dodge. She simply unleashed pure magic power to block the two magic arrows.

The next instant, Dinia had already grabbed Baron Gates by the neck.

"Wait, we don't need to, I..." Before Baron Gate could finish speaking, Dinia had already crushed his neck.

Then, Dinia chopped his head off with a chop to the neck.

“Killing you is none of your business,” Dinia said, looking at the still-staring dead head.

Baron Gates still had the expression he had before his death. It wasn't surprise, but rather that he had something to say. He did have something to say. He felt that nothing was off-limits for discussion. Unfortunately, Dinia had never intended to discuss anything with him from the beginning. Before entering the city, Dinia already considered him a dead man. The only difference was when and how he would die.

After killing the man, Dinia did not leave immediately. Instead, she wrapped Baron Gate's dead head in a bed sheet and went to find the head butler, Pink.

When the head butler Pink saw the baron's bloody head, he was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud, his whole body, even his pupils, trembling.

“The Baron talked about the committee, and those people were very interested, so they wanted to kill him and prevent him from becoming the chairman.”

"He asked me to come over to discuss this matter and to ensure his safety. If only I had been faster, it would have been better. It's my fault, his body was still warm. If I had come a few minutes earlier, she might not have died."

“You are the person he trusts most, so you must know that those people conspired to murder the Baron, right?”

Having spent a lot of time with Ronan, Dinia has also developed a knack for turning black into white.

Pink, the head butler, twitched his eyelids, thinking to himself that the Baron had no intention of becoming chairman, and even if he did, he would never consult with a fake princess like you, let alone ask you to protect him. Had he gone mad? You were the one who clearly killed the Baron.

As for the claim that someone conspired to murder the Baron, that's clearly your way of using this opportunity to eliminate dissidents.

However, Pinker dared not speak his mind. He knew very well that if he uttered a single question, he would suffer the same fate as the Baron.

Pinker forced a fawning smile. "Um, Your Highness, I really don't know who wanted to murder the Baron."

Dinia remained calm. "You know, the murderer was able to bypass the sentries and do something like this, so he must be a mage, and he must be in cahoots with some mole in the castle. Otherwise, he couldn't have killed the Baron without anyone else noticing."

Didn't you do it?

Pink took three deep breaths, feeling as if all the bones in his body had been removed, and said weakly, "I understand."

He needed to know who wanted to murder the Baron, otherwise, the mole Dinia was referring to was him.

Dinia nodded, took a piece of paper from her pocket, and threw it in front of Pinker. "These are the people who want to murder the Baron."

Pink picked up the paper. Good heavens, the list was already drawn up. This included everyone closely related to the Baron.

“Let’s go,” Dinia said.

“Huh?” Pink didn’t understand what she meant.

Dinia gave her an impatient look. "What 'ah'? Of course we'll arrest these people, parade them through the streets tomorrow, and hang them all to avenge the Baron."

"Do I need to go?" Pink asked cautiously.

"Of course we need you. What if we arrest the wrong person without your public identification? That fat dean said it well: we must never wrong an innocent person, nor let a bad person go free."

Dinia's words completely shattered Pink's hopes.

If he had merely submitted to the fake princess, he would have had a chance to prove he was forced in the future. But since he publicly identified the "murderer," nothing he said would have mattered.

The long night begins here.

The next day, more than a dozen influential people in Haijin City were paraded through the streets with their hands tied behind their backs, their mouths gagged with rags, and a rope tied around their waists. A wooden sign was stuck in their bodies with the words "Plot to murder Baron Gates" written in red paint.

The people in front walked along, crying and cursing them for killing the good-hearted Baron.

Chapter 238 Rightful Explanation, Killing Someone Means Destroying Their Spirit: They Can't Die Yet

Some cried, some peed, and some defecated.

Nobody wanted to die, but no matter how much they struggled or begged for mercy, it was no use.

Dinia and Ronan are such a scoundrel! They've accelerated things to the death penalty, and they're even carrying it out immediately. Even a butcher wouldn't slaughter a pig like that.

The onlookers cheered, saying that killing people was entertaining, and it was even more entertaining to kill these rich and powerful people.

The citizens regretted not knowing the news beforehand; otherwise, they would have thrown a few piles of cow dung and sheep droppings instead of just spitting.

The people being paraded through the streets were dragged around the entire city of Haijin, and almost all the residents living on the outskirts of the city saw them. They walked from dawn until noon, their legs were sore, but they were willing to keep going, even if it meant their soles were worn out, because they knew that when they stopped walking, it meant they were going to die.

There were only three gallows in the central square, and more than a dozen people had to wait in line.

Just as the three people in front were being brought onto the stage, the kingdom's garrison arrived.

"Stop right there!" the officer in charge shouted.

Dinia walked down from the viewing platform and asked, "What do you mean?"

“What do I mean? I’d like to ask you what you mean. What right do you have to kill someone?” the officer retorted, questioning Dinia.

“The Free City Laws stipulate that the nobles of a Free City have the right to punish anyone who enters their private territory and causes damage without a court trial. Article Six states that anyone who harms a noble has the right to be punished with the same amount of damage. These people are the murderers of the Baron, so the Baron has the right to kill them.” As she spoke, Dinia took out a piece of parchment. “This is an agreement I signed with the Baron. If he dies unexpectedly, I will temporarily assume the Baron’s position until a month later, when it will pass to his son.”

"Therefore, I certainly have the right to kill them."

Dinia's reasoning couldn't be more valid.

The so-called agreement was, of course, signed after the Baron's death. Dead people can't write, but they can leave their fingerprints—genuine fingerprints, the kind left with blood.

The officer persisted, "What makes you say they are the murderers?"

“I have their confessions,” Dinia replied, “and they weren’t injured at all, which means there was no coercion involved.”

A group of people shook their heads vigorously, wailing and sobbing.

No forced confession? What a joke! Mushrooms just burrowed into their bodies, stirred them slightly in their internal organs, and they confessed to everything from murdering the baron to treason and even raping a boar's anus.

"They're fabricating charges at will! There's no law at all!" the officer roared.

"With your attitude, are you also involved in the conspiracy to kill him?" Dinia asked with a suspicious look.

"What, you want to hang me too?" The officer stepped forward, speaking with disdainful provocation. Behind him stood not only hundreds of soldiers, but also the entire Southern Senia Kingdom.

When the Baron was alive, everyone had to give him some leeway.

"So, you really are the murderer," Dinia said, looking quite helpless.

"So what if it is?" the officer retorted.

Snap! The next moment, a red hand snapped his neck. Dinia blew a breath, "Nothing much, that's it."

Hundreds of soldiers exploded instantly.

"Don't move! Whoever moves is his accomplice!" Dinia warned loudly, then softened her voice. "The Baron said that if anything happens to him, he is willing to give up his entire fortune to avenge me. Now that you have all identified this guy as the murderer, you will have done your part."

The soldiers swallowed hard, but no one dared to move.

“If he was a good person and he died, it would be a failure of your protection, and you can only try to make amends. But if he died as a bad person, then you are also victims.” Dinia said to a group of soldiers, “You should know whether he is a good person or a bad person.”

Dinia went on to say this to the several junior officers present.

The soldiers couldn't understand Dinia's implication, but the junior officers knew that if their superiors were good people, they had to fight Dinia to the death right now, otherwise they would all be punished according to military law. If not killed, they would definitely be transferred away from Haijin City and lose this lucrative post.

If your superior is a bad guy, then it's simple: pin all the blame on the dead and make money along the way.

So, is it worth risking your life? No, if you risk your life, how can you make money?

"This guy is corrupt and abuses his subordinates. I suspected him before I even arrived."

"Brothers, we've been fooled."

"That bastard deserves to die."

Three junior officers rushed to defect.

The soldiers below were dumbfounded. Could their commander really be one of the murderers who plotted to kill the Baron? That shouldn't be the case. They remembered that their commander often went to the Baron's place for hot pot, and every time he came back, he would bring back some pork and beef to reward them. But the three squad leaders all said so. Maybe their commander was the murderer.

Some soldiers suddenly recalled that there were similar people in their hometowns, who always took favors from others, and when the other party refused, they stabbed them instead. It turned out that their superior was this kind of person.

“Alright, everyone come over and register your names. The Baron will not forget your kindness; you will all have a share in his inheritance,” Dinia called out.

She also went astray by following Ronan.

The head butler, Pink, watched from the sidelines with a sigh. The master's loss was not unjust. This woman not only had the ability to kill, but also the ability to destroy people's hearts.

But then Pink laughed again. If the Baron's property is to be confiscated, who will do it? It has to be his head butler, right? If someone else is in charge, how can they manage the Baron's assets? They'll just make a killing.

"Don't just stand there, come and lend a hand, there are more than a dozen people who are about to be hanged."

Dinia said.

"They're here, they're here." Several junior officers called over their soldiers to lend a hand, each one more eager than the last, completely forgetting that just a few minutes earlier they had come to "rescue the execution ground."

The dozen or so people below the gallows went from despair to hope, and then from hope to despair. After such a series of blows, their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud. They couldn't even crawl, let alone walk, and had to be carried up to the gallows by a few people.

With that, the matter came to an end. Dinia, not wanting to see the group of people hanging, left the square.

After hastily eating a few slices of bread and some meat to make do with lunch, Dinia rushed off to another meeting venue.

This meeting was suggested by Ronan and chaired by him. People from various factories and trade associations attended the meeting, and the purpose was to stabilize production order.

On Ronan's advice, Dinia was not further implicated.

In Ronan's words, the upper echelons of Haijin City, represented by Baron Gate, were basically gone. These second-class people had to stay behind to maintain order. They couldn't die now, and even if they were to die later, they couldn't die under Dinia's Red Iron Fist, but rather under the new laws and regulations.

"When seizing power, use violence; after seizing power, use the law." This is a quote from Ronan.

The meeting lasted from noon until night, but the emphasis was on just one thing: ensuring production and maintaining order.

With the meeting over, only two problems remained for Dinia and Ronan.

Chapter 239 "Can't we divide it? We can, then you won't hit me anymore."

There are two problems. First, the recognition from the North District. Haijin City is, after all, an industrial and commercial city. Its prosperity depends on its recognition as a transit point for trade between the North and South. Therefore, it is necessary to maintain relations with the North District.

It's not actually that difficult. It's just about telling the people in the North District that you can give them money, but you can't rob them.

Dinia's specialty is simply using his fists to tell the other person that he is begging on his knees.

Second, the soon-to-be-appointed Duke.

This is something Ronan and the real Princess Ambrina need to resolve. What the Duke really wants isn't the truth; he just wants money. Otherwise, why would he marry his daughter so far away? It's simply a business deal. The leader of a large Dante tribe in the Lovatz Empire provides the money, the Duke provides the method for building the Heavenly Oath Altar, and the daughter? The daughter is just an add-on.

The Duke arrived worriedly, then happily accepted Dinya as his "good daughter," and finally left excitedly with the money.

Once the money is in hand, that's it. As for the agreement with that tribal chief, well, if he's so capable, he can come and marry this woman himself.

Subsequently, Dinia also won over the people in the North District. In the end, as long as the business can continue, what does it matter whether the person in charge is a baron or a princess?

Another month passed, and the situation in Haijin City was finally stabilized.

The next step is to fulfill the four requirements proposed by Ronan.

A joint legislative committee, a joint law enforcement agency, independent courts and police departments, and a group of unions under the leadership of a general union.

Once this framework is in place, then we can begin the real reforms.