Privy Council.
There was no sound in the council hall.
Nie Qingru was sitting at the top seat, her finger bones were tapping the table lightly.
Tap tap.
Again and again.
The sound she made was not loud, but every one of them hit the hearts of the people present.
Quentin sat on her left, wrapped in various red papal robes, and the wide priest robe enveloped his tall figure.
His eyes lit up: "Empress, isn't the decision you just made too hasty?"
This is also the view of most people in the council hall.
All eyes were on Nie Qingru.
After all, a minute ago, Nie Qingru publicly proposed to suppress all resources in Beijing.
This is no small matter.
Quentin is also discussing the matter: "If you insist on doing this, it will easily anger Beijing. Don't forget, we also need rare earth resources in Beijing!"
I saw Nie Qingru moved a little, turned sideways and looked up at him.
The tone was as cold as frost in winter: "You mean I should apologize to Beijing City in person? Ask them to forgive?"
"Of course I don't mean that." Quentin didn't confront her directly, but tried to persuade her as much as possible: "I just don't think there's any need to get into trouble with Beijing."
Nie Qingru squinted his eyes and looked at him, took a breath, and said in a bad tone: "The Archbishop needs to be clear, it's not that I want to fall out with Beijing, but they want to fall out with me!"
"I am the Queen of the Hidden Family, representing the entire Hidden Family. The matter has already happened, and I have given an explanation, and they still want me to express my opinion. Why? Our Hidden Family is so easy to bully?"
She glanced at the audience, and sneered again: "Is there no one in our hidden family?!"
Nie Qingru rarely gets angry.
Everyone in the council hall dared not speak out.
Quentin frowned subconsciously, and opened his mouth to speak.
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