Nie Qingru knew they had called her over for this matter, so she was not flustered.
As the other party spoke, she lowered her head and sipped the coffee. Then, she slowly put down the cup and said disdainfully, "Does the Privy Council have nothing to do? You're so free that you even have to care about such a small matter!"
Her attitude was extremely unyielding!
Under normal circumstances, with her status, no one would dare to offend her if she intended to protect Nie Qixing.
But it was different this time!
The person who spoke did not care about her domineering question at all. Instead, he frowned and said with a serious expression, "You once said that you wanted him to be the successor. If he's just a Nie family member, the Privy Council certainly wouldn't care about such things, but if he wants to inherit your position, then we certainly have to."
Nie Qingru slammed the table with a dark face. "How dare you!"
