Zhang Liang Invites Bibi Dong and Madam Mingzhu into the courtyard.
The three sat down in the pavilion, and Zhang Liang said, "My dwelling is rather humble. I hope the two Princess Consorts will forgive me."
Madam Mingzhu smiled faintly. "With such great talent, why would you fear humble surroundings?"
Zhang Liang shook his head. "Princess Consort Ming flatters me. Zhang Liang can hardly be called a great talent."
Madam Mingzhu did not waste words with him and asked directly, "Then, sir, do you know the purpose of our visit?"
It had to be said that Madam Mingzhu's use of "sir" and "you" was exceedingly shrewd.
Zhang Liang was clearly not someone who could be easily dealt with.
And against someone so intelligent, a verbal contest would obviously end in certain defeat.
But given Madam Mingzhu's status, coupled with the honorifics she now used, Zhang Liang would at least not brush them off.
If he wished to refuse, he would do so plainly, sparing both sides the need to beat around the bush.
After pondering for a moment, Zhang Liang finally spoke.
"Since His Majesty founded the Tianwu Dynasty, General Yue Fei has commanded the army in military affairs, while Lord Xiao He has managed the court in civil matters."
"By now, His Majesty and the Grand Commandant have nearly pacified the north and are about to expand the territory of Douluo Continent once more."
"Militarily, Bai Qi, Wang Jian, Li Mu, and Lian Po are also four rising stars. Their future potential will surely be immeasurable."
"Zhang Liang does not know what talents he possesses that could warrant two Princess Consorts making this journey in person. I am truly ashamed."
Madam Mingzhu suddenly asked, "Sir, do you know my husband's aspirations?"
Zhang Liang had intended to answer, but in