Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

"If you keep me out, you can't get in!"

She finished speaking with all her strength, and what she received in response was the cold door closing.

Qiao Nian never ignored her at all.

She's the only one here yelling like a madman.

Ji Ziyin suddenly lost all strength, her head was buzzing, and she sat back on the sofa feebly.

She turned the only movable eye in her body and stared at the live TV, wanting to see the final result with her own eyes...

She wanted to see the Queen and Mr. Lei work together to pull Qiao Nian down and fall into the mud with her, unable to get up from the abyss!

She can't get into the Privy Council, and Qiao Nian can't get in either!

Qiao Nian didn't turn off the TV when he left.

Therefore, her TV is also connected to the surveillance at the Privy Council, and she can also see the situation in the Senate.

Ji Ziyin dug her nails hard into the palm of her hand, her heart beating loudly, and she waited intently for the final voting results to come out.

According to the rules of the Privy Council.

No matter how much the conservatives and radicals quarrel and quarrel, in the end it still depends on the outcome of everyone's vote. .

The reason why she was so sure that Qiao Nian couldn't get in was because Leonard told her that the neutrals were not optimistic about Qiao Nian getting into the Privy Council either...

So even if Qiao Nian finds Qi Shan and proves that she was framed, it will not change the result.

She was waiting to see Qiao Nian fall into the quagmire!

…

In the Senate.

Everyone is nervously waiting for the results of this time.

There has been no newcomer to the Privy Council for three years.

The newcomers this time were already highly anticipated, and on top of that there was such a big commotion.

Everyone wants to see if this person can eventually enter the Privy Council.

Ever since the hook-nosed old man was slapped in the face, he had always had a cold face, and his whole body was filled with a gloomy aura. No one dared to provoke him.

The radicals stood with him and watched the voting numbers scrolling on the big screen.

Now 10 votes in favor.

10 votes against.

The numbers on both sides are still adding up.

Leonard's face was sullen, but he was actually very nervous. He raised his head and looked at the statistics on the screen for a moment.

This time the count was 12 in favor.

The negative votes started to pile up, rising by 5 votes in one go.

The tense expression of the hook-nosed old man relaxed instantly, and a smile of determination appeared on the corner of his mouth. He deliberately looked towards the conservative side, and then said lightly: "It seems that the Archbishop has made a choice."

The radicals also breathed a sigh of relief, and each of them smiled and began to congratulate him.

"Congratulations to Mr. Lei."

"Mr. Lei has a vision."

"It seems the results have come out."

…

On the other side, the second statistical results came out.

The expressions on the faces of conservatives were less optimistic.

In addition, their opponents were taunting them proudly, and their appearance became even worse!

Someone couldn't keep his temper and whispered to the silver-haired old man: "Mr. Xue, are the neutral faction really on their side?"

"We have provided strong evidence, and they still..." Some people are not popular.

The silver-haired old man in a brick-red Tang suit was very calm and not too surprised. He was as steady as a rock, but his eyes were dark: "Normally, the Privy Council only looks at the results, not the process... Quentin has always focused on interests, and he will not care about morality. The problem."

Even if there was something behind this that the Queen was doing business with the interests of the hidden family, Quentin wouldn't care.

What he wants is profit.

Nothing could shake him.

Although he said this, he couldn't hide his disappointment in his heart.

He originally thought that with these evidences, he could at least give it a try, but now it seems that the Privy Council's prejudice is like a mountain, and he can't shake it at all by himself.