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Jacob looked at the envelope in his hand and lowered his voice: "It's still from the same person."

Quentin played with the yellow envelope in his hand, and did not open it in a hurry, but looked at the high-ranking person meaningfully: "Oh? What a coincidence. We were talking about her, and she came."

she?

Nie Qingru's expression changed slightly, she wasn't sure if Quentin was talking about her or simply referring to the 'it' in the photo, anyway, her face was not very good-looking: "Archbishop, this is the Privy Council, don't open everything that cats and dogs send Let's see."

"Really?" Quentin seemed to be confronting her deliberately, tore open the seal of the envelope casually, and said with a smile, "I think I can take a look."

Nie Qingru's complexion instantly sank, uncertain.

There are still so many people in the council hall, and a dozen pairs of eyes are watching her every move.

Even if Nie Qingru was burning with anxiety, she couldn't run to snatch the envelope from him in public to prevent him from seeing it, but the corners of her lips tensed up an inch.

Quentin seemed to be doing it on purpose, he moved slowly and calmly, and didn't take out the contents of the envelope for a long time.

The eyes of the council were fixed on his hand.

They didn't say anything, but they really wanted to know what was in the envelope.

at last.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Nie Qing's livid face, as if he had played enough, he turned the envelope upside down and poured out the contents.

A photo fluttered from inside and landed on the black conference table.

All eyes are focused on it.

"Another... photo?" Someone couldn't help asking in surprise.

Others were more calm.

Xue Lao looked in Nie Qingru's direction without any trace, saw the back of Nie Qingru's tensed hands, and realized that this photo might be unusual.

Considering the reputation of the hermit family, he still wanted to save Nie Qingru, so he stood up suddenly with his hands up, and said to the middle-aged man sitting opposite him, "Archbishop, everything should be done in moderation! Everyone is from the hermit family. For those of you, the family must be the most important thing... Don't put personal emotions in it."

His voice did not fall.

Quentin had already picked up the photo floating on the black conference table and glanced at it. With just one glance, he put away the playful expression on his face, his dark brown eyes were dark and heavy, and suddenly shot in Nie Qingru's direction.

The atmosphere in the council hall became tense.

He then said: "Queen, should you give everyone an explanation?"

Nie Qingru frowned for a moment, and the uneasiness in his heart gradually expanded. He thought he was holding a photo of Nie Qingru and that woman in his hand, suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, and opened his mouth: "Didn't I say that? Their age Quite, even if there is such a possibility. The person is already dead, a dead person, why bother with the result.”

People are dead.

a dead man.

She really wants to put this hat on Ji Qing, even if Ji Qing is dead, she will make use of it.

Quentin probably understands why Qiao Nian must confront her.

Anyone who hears her sitting here firmly and casually talking about whether there is a need to entangle for a result will want to see her calm down.

Quentin wasn't trying to help anyone.

He just wanted to see how the great empress of the hidden family was going to solve the current matter.

So he didn't speak, but just threw the photo out so that everyone around could see the person in the photo.

"Then the empress first explain to us who is in this photo!"