Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Everyone's eyes were focused on the photos on the table.

Jacob, who was standing behind him, also took a peek.

After all, he was only responsible for delivering the envelope, and he had no idea what was inside until the Archbishop opened the envelope.

When he saw clearly the photo displayed on the conference table by Da Jianzai, he was completely confused, as if he had been struck by lightning: "Is this...?"

Others reacted much the same way.

Retin took Leonard's place and also took a seat in the council hall.

He is still relatively junior, and the radicals are not that convinced by him.

So he was one of the last few people who saw the photo.

When he saw the person in the photo, he blurted out: "Isn't this...Miss Ji?"

Mr. Xue is more senior than him and is one of the three elders of the Privy Council.

After Leonard's death, he vaguely gained the upper hand.

He picked up the photo and read it, then put it down silently and handed the photo to Nie Qingru without saying a word: "Take a look."

Nie Qingru heard the thin discussion in the parliament hall and already guessed what the photo was.

Her whole body stiffened and she stared at Mr. Xue with sharp eyes.

Mr. Xue was unmoved and asked her to pick up the photo and look at it herself.

Nie Qingru tensed her back into a bow, took the thin photo from his hand very slowly, and looked down at it.

It was a printed version of an old, yellowed photo.

Photos are new.

But if you look closely at the yellowing marks on the photo, you will know that it is an old photo that has aged well.

None of this is the point.

The focus is on the person in the photo.

It turned out to be...she when she was young!

Nie Qingru also saw a line of small characters written with a pen in the lower left corner of the photo. The handwriting was beautiful and straight, and it said "To Ji Qingliu", as well as the time and date.

Nie Qingru's brain was buzzing, and her old migraine attack started. Her complexion looked extremely bad, and the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed.

She held the photo and didn't take the words in the lower left corner to heart. Instead, her eyes were heavy and filled with solemnity: "Who sent the photo?"

The parliament hall was quiet.

The people who had been talking a lot quieted down and didn't speak, but they all looked at her. Their expressions that were subtle before now became even more subtle and unspeakable.

Nie Qingru only heard the sound of wind pouring into her ears, and her furious questioning: "I asked who sent the photo!"

The whole place was dead silent!

at this time.

Quentin stood up unhurriedly and seemed not to be intimidated by her aura. He faced her majesty and said calmly: "Queen, is it important to find out who sent the photo now? What is important is the history of the hidden family for thousands of years. Reputation is here, what will you choose next as the queen?"

"What do you mean?" Nie Qingru stared at him suddenly, with eyes that seemed to be cannibalistic.

"Tsk." The sleeves of Quenting's ecclesiastical robe brushed across the conference table, and he simply said more clearly: "Do you want the reputation of the hidden family last year or Nie Qixing?"

This short sentence blocked all Nie Qingru's escape routes.

Everyone is looking at Nie Qingru.

This time including Mr. Xue.

Mr. Xue didn't want Qiao Nian to destroy the prestige and status of the Hidden World family, but before that, he also wanted Nie Qingru to make a correct 'statement'.

These gazes shot towards him like steel knives, leaving no room for maneuver.

Even tougher than these is the attitude of the centrists this time.

"I hope you can give us a satisfactory explanation this time instead of continuing to fool us."