Zhao Liuqing knew exactly what Jiang Ling was up to. He nodded and said, "I understand. Your brother Jiang Zhishan is indeed a rare talent."
Masters clash silently, Jiang Ling nodded helplessly and said, "Alright, when do we set off?"
Hearing that Jiang Ling had agreed, Zhao Liuqing felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. He nodded and said to Jiang Ling, "Noon the day after tomorrow!"
Jiang Ling rolled her eyes. "Can I leave now?"
"Of course, please, madam!" Zhao Liuqing said, gesturing for him to enter.
Jiang Ling was too lazy to pay attention to Zhao Liuqing. This old guy was indeed the head of the Hanlin Academy. He had gotten himself into trouble without anyone noticing.
Jiang Zhishan was very happy to return to her residence.
Jiang Ling led Jiang Zhishan to her room and whispered, "His Majesty sent me and that old fellow Zhao Liuqing to conquer the Persians!"
"What? Persia? Big sister, are you kidding me? Why would I suddenly send you to Persia?" Jiang Zhishan asked Jiang Ling with some surprise.
Jiang Ling shrugged helplessly. She definitely couldn't tell Jiang Zhishan the details, otherwise Zhao Liuqing would lose face. She could only make up some excuse to gloss over the matter.
Jiang Ling didn't want to cause any further trouble. "Zhishan, the reason I'm telling you this is because I don't want you to tell your younger brother and mother. You know how much of a scandal Nianci caused last time. If they find out about this, I'm afraid..."
Jiang Zhishan nodded. "I understand what you mean, elder sister. Don't worry! If they ask, I'll just say you're still at Qingxin Courtyard!"
Jiang Ling nodded in satisfaction, then placed dozens of silver notes in Jiang Zhishan's hand.
"Big sister, what... what's wrong with you?" Jiang Zhishan looked at Jiang Ling in a daze.
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