She heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that they were not lost and then recalled what Yu Qingliu said.
"Privy Council."
Ji Ziyin's gaze landed on the laptop. The content she had copied from Ji Qing's notebook was stored in the C drive.
After checking them, her impetuous heart gradually calmed down.
She knew her abilities well.
She was not someone who undervalued herself, and she truly believed that she had a certain level of capability. However, her talent and abilities were not enough to gain a foothold in the reclusive families and the Privy Council. The only thing she could rely on was the contents of the notebook!
Therefore, the contents of the notebook were her lifeblood.
As long as she still had them, no matter what adversity she was in, she could turn the tables.
Wasn't the opportunity presented to her now?
