The quarrel continues.
Half an hour? 1 hour?
I don't know how long it's been arguing.
After arguing for so long, I still haven't made a name for it.
The "supporting combat factions" and the "opposing combat factions" are still quarreling, and no one convinces anyone.
——It's so annoying...
Ilsa said silently in her heart.
The endless quarrels and their ignorance of her made Ilsa feel even more annoyed.
——Why yell and let them all calm down first...
——But what if I yell but ignore me?
——It shouldn’t be. No matter what I say now, I will be the emperor. If I yell and let them be quiet, they should be quiet as well.
——Okay, I yelled and calmed them down first!
After making up his mind, Ilsa began to take a deep breath.
Just as Ilsa was about to yell at the ministers who had been arguing in front of her, "Please calm down first!"—
"What are you doing... Did I enter the commercial district?"
An old, weak, very familiar voice sounded from the door of the study room.
After hearing this voice, everyone, including Ilsa, immediately turned their heads in surprise and cast a surprised look at the door of the study.
The door of the study room was quietly opened at some point just now.
At the door, a waiter dressed in a servant was pushing a wheelchair. An old man was sitting at them, and the old man was smiling at them.
"Your Majesty?!"/"Grandpa?!"
Ilsa and the important officials in the study shouted in unison "Your Majesty" or "Grandpa".
The old man and the owner of the voice just now were Gozewen, who had now abdicated and was restless to recuperate.
According to the regulations of the Britannian Empire, after Gozewen abdicated, his official title changed from "Emperor" to "Godeng".
After seeing Gozewen, the ministers still called him "Your Majesty".
"grandfather!"
Ilsa quickly jumped out of her seat and rushed to Gozevin who was sitting in a wheelchair.
"Why are you here?"
Although there was no hope of recovery from Ge Zewen's illness, he invited famous doctors from all walks of life and took medicine at all costs. He finally managed to successfully breathe Ge Zewen, allowing Ge Zewen to continue to live barely.
Although Gozewen is still very weak now, he still has the strength to speak and the strength to raise his head to touch his beloved grandson's head.
Gozewen raised his right hand with a gentle smile and gently stroked Ilsa's head:
"Jacob just now came to me for a chat and mentioned to me that Su Cheng and Humphrey were requesting the Central Committee to fight through the 'Northern Slalom'."
"Because I am in a good state today, I am in a good mood, and I am a little concerned about the results of your discussion, so let my servant push me to take a look."
Speaking of this, Gozevin turned his head and looked at the important officials, including Jacob.
"Look at what you looked like just now, did you look like when you discussed it just now?"
As Gozewen just said, Gozewen seems to be in good condition today.
When I was speaking before, after I finished one or two sentences, I had to stop and rest for a while before I could continue speaking.
At this time, Gozewen spoke quite smoothly. After saying so much, he still didn't stop and rest for a while.
Gozewen turned his gaze and swept across the faces of every important official in the study.
"Do you think it's decent in front of the emperor, quarreling like two gangs of street gangsters?"
Although he had abdicated and was no longer their monarch in name, Gozewen, who had been emperor for decades, still had a high status in their minds. Gozewen still had a noble prestige that could make everyone present shut up and listen to his prestige.
After hearing Gozevin's reprimand, Jacob was the first to kneel on one knee, apologizing to Ilsa, and apologizing for their unconventional performance just now.
After Jacob knelt down and apologized, the other important officials also knelt on one knee and apologized to Ilsa.
Looking at the scene in front of me, Ilsa didn't even know what to do for a moment.
While everyone was kneeling, Gozewen continued:
"Don't forget, you all have the right to suggest, and the decision-making power is still in the hands of the emperor. Whether this battle is passed depends entirely on Ilsa's idea."
Gozewen's words were said to the important officials in the study, but they also seemed to be said to Ilsa.
"What we discuss today should not be delayed for a long time. Let's decide today whether to pass or refute it."
After saying that, Gozevin turned his head and looked at Ilsa.
"Ilsa, what do you think?"
"Huh?" Ilsa looked dull.
"What do you think of the 'Northern Slide' battle planned by Su Cheng? Do you agree?" Gozewen continued, "or refuse? You are now the emperor of the Britannian Empire. This kind of thing should be decided by you. Others can only give you some advice."
As Gozewen finished speaking, everyone in the study turned their eyes to Ilsa, who looked helpless and at a loss.
Whether it was Gozevin, or Jacob, Bancro, Yalfred, and others who were kneeling on one knee, they all looked at Ilsa silently.
Waiting for Ilsa's answer.
With Gozewen's intervention, the seemingly endless quarrel that had just come to an end.
It is now directly entering the final stage.
Whether the "Northern Kingdom Slide" battle passed or refuted - it depends on Ilsa's next answer.
"Um...I...this..."
Ilsa hesitated.
Whether to support or oppose this battle - Ilsa did not actually think about it seriously.
When I heard the two groups of people quarrel, I felt that both sides made sense and I didn’t know which side was correct.
Ilsa was anxiously thinking about the pros and cons of this battle while organizing language.
But Ilsa felt very stressed by being watched by so many important figures from the empire.
This pressure made Ilsa even more nervous. She could not think seriously and carefully. She was unable to think carefully for a long time. She organized her own language and kept hesitating.
Faced with Ilsa who was unable to make a decision, Gozewen on the side did not show impatience.
Instead, he silently stretched out his old big hand and held Ilsa's young little hand.
"Don't be nervous, Ilsa." Gozewen whispered, "Don't be nervous or afraid, Ilsa. Be calm. You have to get used to the feeling that you make decisions in national affairs. Some decisions must be made by you, and you will say."
A steady stream of heat came from the old man in Gozewen's hand.
These heat made Ilsa feel quite at ease.
——Accustomed to such occasions... I have to slowly get used to such occasions...
Ilsa kept repeating this sentence in her heart.
Every time I repeated it, Ilsa felt more calm.
My whole body gradually became less nervous and scared, and my head gradually became active.
Ilsa lowered her head slightly, recalling the content of the two groups of people quarreling just now, and based on her own will and thoughts, she analyzed the views of all the important officials just now.
After a long time, Ilsa finally raised her head.
In her still tender voice, with a firm and unquestionable tone, she announced to everyone present:
“I understand the thoughts of everyone who opposes this operation!”
"But I think - the best defense is offense!"
"Although this battle is very risky, it is necessary to try it!"
"So I decided - to pass the [Northern Great Slalom Battle]!"
Ilsa has no extra nonsense, she is concise and concise.
Chapter completed!