Thinking of this, He Shunsu nodded and said, "Alright! I agree to your request. I will give you an explanation for this matter!"
“Madam Jiang thanks the Third Prince!” Jiang Ling immediately bowed upon hearing this.
"You!" He Shunsu was speechless after being silenced by Jiang Ling.
He now truly understood how sharp-tongued this woman was. No wonder his elder brother promoted her to the fifth rank of Anren in such a short time; she really did have some skills.
He Shunsu got up and left with a forced smile.
Jiang Ling leaned back in her chair, feeling a great weight lifted from her shoulders.
Half a month passed quickly. Whether He Shunsu used some method in secret or not, at least Jiang Ling and Nianci's lives were peaceful for the past half month, and the terrifying scenes from before never reappeared.
Early this morning, Lord Zhao arrived at Qingxin Courtyard right after court. After watching Jiang Ling finish translating a thick stack of documents, Lord Zhao couldn't help but sigh, "Jiang Ling is indeed an extraordinary woman."
However, as he looked at the translated envelopes from Jiang Ling, his expression grew increasingly uneasy.
"My lady, if I may be so bold as to ask a question!" Lord Zhao placed a translated letter in front of Jiang Ling and pointed to a passage on it.
Jiang Ling was a little confused. "Lord Zhao, please speak!"
"Is that really what this sentence means?" Lord Zhao asked.
Jiang Ling's translation of Pahlavi is absolutely infallible; even if she were to make a mistake, there's a translation pen to automatically translate it.
Thinking of this, Jiang Ling nodded, "Of course! I have confidence in my Pahlavi language!"
"Oh no! If that's the case, then I truly deserve to die!" Lord Zhao's hands trembled, his face turned pale, and he almost collapsed to his knees.
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