"This is the direction leading to the camp's gate, does that mean among the group of people including my father-in-law and my wife, there are three individuals with a certain skill perfected to the level of Cai Yan?" Zhuge Liang was slightly surprised. People who mastered a skill to the pinnacle, like Cai Yan, were no less difficult to come by than those who reached the top like themselves.
Unlike his previous life when he moved to Jingzhou, in this life, Zhuge Liang only knew he was betrothed, but as for who his fiancée was, what she looked like, what kind of personality she had, he was completely clueless.
However, that's how it was in ancient times: the command of one's parents and the matchmaker's words were most important. The desires of those directly involved mattered not at all, just like when Chen Xi married Fan Jian. No matter whether he held a high position or something else, he was bound by the betrothal his father had arranged over a decade ago.
