Everyone's eyes were focused on the photo on the table.
Jacob, who was standing behind him, also stole a glance.
After all, he was only responsible for delivering the envelope, and he didn't know what was inside until the archbishop opened it.
When he saw the photo that Da Cici had displayed on the conference table, he was stunned, as if struck by lightning: "What is this...?"
Others reacted in much the same way.
Leiting took Leonard's place and also took a seat in the council hall.
He is still young and inexperienced, so the radicals don't respect him that much.
So he was one of the last few people to see the photo.
When he saw the person in the photo, he blurted out: "Isn't this... Miss Ji?"
Mr. Xue has more seniority than him and is one of the three elders of the Privy Council.
After Leonard's death, he had the upper hand.
He picked up the photo and read it, then put it down silently and handed it to Nie Qingru without saying a word: "Take a look."
Nie Qingru heard the murmurings in the council hall and had already guessed what the photo was.
Her whole body was stiff, and she stared at Mr. Xue with sharp eyes.
Mr. Xue remained unmoved and still asked her to pick up the photo and have a look at it herself.
Nie Qingru's back was arched. She took the thin photo from his hand very slowly and looked down at it.
It was a printout of an old, yellowed photograph.
The photos are new.
But if you look closely at the yellowing marks on the photo, you can tell that this is an old photo and it has been around for many years.
None of this is the point.
The key point is the person in the photo. It is actually... her when she was young!
Nie Qingru also saw a line of small words written in pen in the lower left corner of the photo. The handwriting was beautiful and neat. It read to Ji Qingliu, and also included the time and date.
Nie Qingru's head was buzzing and her old migraine problem came back. She looked very bad and her mouth was tightly pursed.
She held the photo, not paying attention to the words on the lower left corner. Instead, her eyes were gloomy and murderous: "Who sent the photo?"
The council hall was silent.
All the people who were talking before fell silent, but they all looked at her. The expressions that were subtle before became even more subtle and indescribable.
Nie Qingru only heard the sound of the wind blowing into her ears and her own furious questioning: "I asked who sent the photo!"
The whole place was in dead silence!
at this time.
Quentin stood up slowly, seemingly undeterred by her aura. Facing her majesty, he said calmly, "Queen, is it important to find out who sent the photo now? What is important is that the thousand-year reputation of the hidden family is here. As the queen, what choice will you make next?"
"What do you mean?" Nie Qingru suddenly stared at him with a look that seemed to want to eat him.
"Tsk." Quentin brushed the sleeves of his robe across the conference table and said more clearly: "Do you want the thousand-year reputation of your hidden family or Nie Qixing?"
Just one sentence blocked all of Nie Qingru's escape routes.
Everyone was looking at Nie Qingru.
This time it includes Mr. Xue.
Mr. Xue didn't want Qiao Nian to destroy the prestige and status of the hidden family, but before that, he also wanted Nie Qingru to make the right "statement".
These gazes shot over like steel knives, leaving no room for maneuver.
Even tougher than these is the attitude of the neutrals this time.
"I hope you can give us a satisfactory explanation this time instead of continuing to fool us."
(End of this chapter)