It wasn't that aristocratic families had no feelings. Rather, as the head of a family, feelings were never the most important thing. Benefits, the family's interests, one's own interests—those came first.
If the one entangled with Ding Yuqin had not been Dragon City, but some minor nobody, even one of those scholars from storybooks too weak to truss a chicken, the Ding Family head would have sent him to meet the King of Hell long ago. There would not have been so much trouble now.
"What are you saying, Father-in-law? I'm not such a petty man, nor have I ever thought Dragon City could pose any threat to me. It's just that I heard from Zhan Yun that Yuqin does not seem to be the only one taken with Dragon City. Father-in-law, you come from an aristocratic family with a long inheritance. You must not let your family be disgraced!"
The Ding Family head's face darkened, a glint of viciousness flashing through his eyes. His hand, which had been resting calmly at the corner of the table, suddenly clenched with unnatural force. With a crack, it shattered the table corner, which fell to the ground. Clearly, his emotions were far from stable.
Meng Zhao's words carried a hidden barb. There were quite a few young ladies who liked Dragon City, and Ding Yuqin was likely not the only one who had been deceived. Yet the Ding Family head had long noticed that one of his concubines cared greatly about Dragon City. She even occasionally went to him in person to seek guidance on martial arts. At once, his thoughts veered in another direction.
No man could stand green light shining above his head.
Still, he was a ruthless man. He suppressed the humiliation and killing intent in his heart, patted