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Privy Council.
The parliament hall was silent.
Nie Qingru sat at the head of the table, tapping her knuckles on the table.
Tap, tap, tap.
Again and again.
The sound was not loud, but everyoneâs hearts were pounding.
Quentin sat on her left, wrapped in red robes; the wide robe enveloped his broad figure.
His eyes shone brightly. âEmpress, isnât your decision too hasty?â
This was also the opinion of most in the parliament hall.
Everyoneâs eyes were focused on Nie Qingru.
After all, a minute ago, Nie Qingru had publicly proposed suppressing all of Beijingâs resources.
This was no small matter.
Quentin was also stating the facts. âIf you insist on doing this, it will easily anger Beijing. Donât forget that we also need Beijingâs rare earth resources!â
Nie Qingru moved slightly and looked up at him.
Her tone was as cold as the winter frost. âYou mean I should personally apologize to Beijing and ask for their forgiveness?â
âOf course, thatâs not what I meant.â Quentin did not directly face her sharpness but tried his best to convince her. âI just feel thereâs no need to fall out with Beijing.â
Nie Qingru narrowed her eyes at him and took a deep breath before saying in an unfriendly tone, âArchbishop, you have to understand that Iâm not the one who wants to fall out with Beijing. Theyâre the ones who want to fall out with me!
âIâm the Empress of the reclusive families, representing all of the reclusive families. The matter has already happened, and Iâve already given an explanation. But they still want me to express my stance. Why? Are our reclusive families so easy to bully?â
She scanned the crowd and sneered. âOr is there no one left in our reclusive families?!â
Nie Qingru rarely threw a fit.
No one in the parliament hall dared to breathe loudly.
Quentin subconsciously frowned and was about to speak.
Nie Qingru dragged the chair and interrupted him. âSince Iâve already given you a satisfactory explanation for the weapons exhibition, Iâll still be the Empress of the reclusive families.â
Her eyes got cold. âArchbishop, donât forget that the reclusive familiesâ royal power is paramount. Even the Privy Council has no right to interfere with my decisions!â
She was right.
According to the reclusive familiesâ rules, Nie Qingru had the right to decide whether to target Beijing or not.
However, everyone present, including Quentin, knew that targeting Beijing was indirectly targeting that personâQiao Nian.
Nie Qingru wasnât suppressing Beijing, but Qiao Nian.
However, the two sides had already gotten into an ugly fight.
It wasnât beneficial to the reclusive families if they continued to cause trouble.
Nie Qingru didnât let them speak. She waved her hand and turned to leave. âItâs decided!â
Shadow followed quietly behind her.
Throughout the entire process, he did not even look at the others in the parliament hall.
Nie Qingru left.
Many in the parliament hall also stood up and left.
Quentinâs expression was not good as he leaned against his seat.
Jacob walked over as he was pinching the bridge of his nose. He asked worriedly, âArchbishop, are you alright?â
âMm.â
Quentin looked up and from the corner of his eye, he saw the old man in green walking past him out of the council hall.
He hesitated for a moment before calling out to him. âElder Xue, shall we stay for a chat?â
* * *
10 minutes later.
Most of the people in the council hall had left.
Quentin looked at the old man in green who had always been on Qiao Nianâs side. âWhat do you think of the Empressâs plan to suppress Beijing?â