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... p> 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?”
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