Jiang Ling didn't intend to hide anything from Jiang Zhishan. She told him everything about her encounter with the Persian merchant, and Jiang Zhishan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing it.

But he still cautioned Jiang Ling, "Elder sister, serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. You must be careful. After the sacrificial ceremony, many officials said you were just fooling around and that you were in cahoots with the Third Prince!"

Jiang Ling was indifferent to all of this, but she still smiled and patted Jiang Zhishan's head, saying, "Yes, I'll be careful. Zhishan, because of the Persian merchant matter, I need to move away from here temporarily. I'm leaving today!"

Although Jiang Zhishan was reluctant, he knew that his older sister could not refuse, so he nodded and reminded her again to "be careful" and other similar words.

After explaining to Jiang Zhishan, Jiang Ling quickly packed her luggage and appeared before Zhao Liuqing with Nianci and Jiang Shan.

"Lord Zhao, everything is packed, we can go now!"

Zhao Liuqing nodded and gestured for them to enter. Jiang Ling pulled Nianci along, and Jiang Shan followed closely behind. The three of them sat in the carriage that Zhao Liuqing had prepared.

As soon as Zhao Liuqing left, Old Madam Jiang rushed out and cautiously asked, "Son, who was that person who came just now?"

Now, in front of Old Madam Jiang, Jiang Zhishan's career advancement is of paramount importance, and she will do everything in her power to "eliminate" anyone who tries to hinder Jiang Zhishan's career.

Especially her eldest daughter, who is the most disobedient and the hardest to manage. Today, that so-called headmaster suddenly visited, which frightened Old Madam Jiang so much that she hid in the room and clasped her hands together, chanting "Amitabha" for a long time.

If they hadn't left, the old lady wouldn't have dared to come out.

“It’s Lord Zhao, the Second-Rank Academician!” Jiang Zhishan explained.

"Then why was your eldest sister taken away by him? Did she do something wrong? Will it affect you?" Grandma Jiang continued to ask.

Jiang Zhishan shook his head and explained, "Mother, how can you think of my eldest sister like that? She is a fifth-rank lady of the Imperial Household Department. She was just invited by Lord Zhao to translate some things!"

Grandma Jiang was even more surprised after hearing this. Her small, beady eyes almost popped out of their sockets. She really couldn't understand when her daughter had become so capable.

On the other side, Nianci sat in the carriage, looking at Jiang Ling with unease, while Jiang Shan also looked wary.

Jiang Ling looked at the two people who looked nervous and said, "Alright, don't be like this. I'm just going to translate something, not being taken to the execution ground!"

"My lady, there is something I am not sure if I should say!" Jiang Shan hesitated for a moment and then clasped his hands in a salute.

Jiang Ling nodded. "Okay, go ahead!"

"My lady, you must be careful. As the saying goes, serving a ruler is like serving a tiger. I hope you understand!" Jiang Shan was, after all, from the capital, and in some ways, his words were watertight.

Jiang Ling nodded reassuringly, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

Seeing that Jiang Ling's expression was calm, Jiang Shan didn't say anything more.

It has to be admitted that Shengjing is a really big place. Just as Jiang Ling was about to fall asleep in the carriage, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Jiang Ling rubbed her eyes, yawned, stretched, and then gestured for Jiang Shan to lift the curtain and take a look.

Before Jiang Shan could reach out to lift the carriage curtain, the voice of one of Lord Zhao's servants came from outside.

"Please, Your Excellency, alight from the carriage!"

Jiang Ling got off the car with Nianci and Jiang Shan.

The carriage will stop at the entrance of a place called "Qingxin Courtyard".

The two vermilion gates, paired with the solemn-looking stone lions on either side, look very impressive.

"Lord Zhao!" Jiang Ling bowed to Zhao Liuqing.

“My lady, I’m sorry to trouble you to stay here for a while. Before the contents of this letter are fully translated, His Majesty wishes you to stay here. As for food, clothing, and lodging, His Majesty has already sent palace maids and eunuchs over. You only need to say what you want!” Lord Zhao said, pointing to the “Qingxin Courtyard” in front of the gate.

Jiang Ling rolled her eyes helplessly. She was now in a real bind. In fact, she could translate a letter in Pahlavi in ​​a few hours at most, but she couldn't do that now.

She nodded and pushed open the gate of Qingxin Courtyard first. A large courtyard came into view. Beyond the courtyard was a rockery and stream, followed by a pond covered with lotus leaves. After crossing a small blue bridge and walking through several narrow alleys, there were several bungalows inside.

Zhao Liuqing was not lying to Jiang Ling about the environment; it truly was "elegant and tranquil."

Zhao Liuqing clapped her hands, and eight palace maids and eunuchs walked over slowly with their heads bowed.

"You eight, you must serve Consort An well during this time, understand? You must pay close attention to her diet and daily life. If I find out that any of you have mistreated Consort An, I will immediately report to the Emperor, and she will be severely punished!" Zhao Liuqing's expression changed completely at this moment. His previous kindness was gone, replaced by seriousness.

The eight people trembled with fright and answered in unison, "This servant would not dare, this servant will obey Lord Zhao's orders!"

Zhao Liuqing turned to Jiang Ling and said, "My lady, there is something I need to discuss with you in detail!"

Jiang Ling had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on, nodded, and led Zhao Liuqing into the side room.

The study was simply furnished, and as soon as Jiang Ling pushed open the door, she could smell a faint aromatherapy scent.

"To be honest, the Persian Kingdom has written quite a few letters to our Emperor in recent years, but the Hanlin Academy can only translate about 60-70% of them. The more detailed content can only be guessed or imagined. I hope that you can help translate them again!"

As he spoke, Zhao Liuqing pulled out a thick stack of envelopes from his pocket. Jiang Ling felt like she had been tricked. She began to curse Zhao Liuqing, that old fox, in her heart.

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