Meng Zhao's spiritual cultivation had grown ever more profound, and with the Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique, he could tell at a glance whether someone was lying.
Trying to deceive him was nearly impossible.
Ding Zhanyun's assessment sounded somewhat surprising, almost unbelievable, yet there was indeed not the slightest trace of falsehood in it.
So Dragon City, this prodigy who appeared to outsiders to have achieved fame young and possessed heroism that overshadowed all under heaven, was actually a lecherous womanizer.
And a particularly vile kind at that—a scumbag who enjoyed toying with women's feelings?
Meng Zhao shook his head. Given the abilities Dragon City had displayed, women were truly no difficulty for him.
Plump or slender, every sort of beauty and temperament—he could have whatever he wanted.
When all was said and done, only status and background were what he truly needed.
Living off a woman was not about relying on beauty, but about seeking the "meal." That was the key.
That was why, in the Ding Family, he toyed with those sheltered young women of the Ding Family in the palm of his hand, yet only publicly chose Ding Yuqin.
Ding Zhanyun had taken no action against Dragon City not because he was not outstanding or excellent, but because this concubine of his was very clever and had her own way of judging matters. She would not be easily hoodwinked.
And this information was, in truth, crucial to Meng Zhao as well.
There was only one thing he worried about now: just how far had the Ding Family and Dragon City progressed?
Were they as close as one family, merely cooperating for the moment, or outwardly harmonious while inwardly divided? It was difficult to say.
The two sat in the carriage, and as they talked, they soon arrived outside