"Does our Privy Council still have to be controlled by others?" An old man with a hooked nose pounded on the conference table.
The old man called Old Xue looked at him calmly. "Decades ago, the Privy Council was led by the nose by him. This is a fact that no one can change."
Hooked Nose pounded the table angrily, but he could not refute it.
Old Xue swept his gaze across everyone. Then, he straightened the documents and said lightly, "Since someone from the direct line of descent of the Ji family wants to participate in the recruitment, we will have to reject the one from the Empress sooner or later."
Hooked Nose frowned and looked at him fiercely. "That's the Empress! Who's going to tell her? You?"
Old Xue's expression remained indifferent. "I'll tell her."
Hooked Nose was stuck, and he felt stifled again. He could not squeeze out a word for a long time. Suddenly, he laughed in anger. "Alright, you're amazing. Go on then."
