Privy Council.
The parliament hall was silent.
Nie Qingru sat at the head of the table, tapping her knuckles on the table.
Tap, tap, tap.
Again and again.
The sound was not loud, but everyone's hearts were pounding.
Quentin sat on her left, wrapped in red robes; the wide robe enveloped his broad figure.
His eyes shone brightly. "Empress, isn't your decision too hasty?"
This was also the opinion of most in the parliament hall.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Nie Qingru.
After all, a minute ago, Nie Qingru had publicly proposed suppressing all of Beijing's resources.
This was no small matter.
Quentin was also stating the facts. "If you insist on doing this, it will easily anger Beijing. Don't forget that we also need Beijing's rare earth resources!"
Nie Qingru moved slightly and looked up at him.
