Because she was confident at heart, when Qin Siqing asked, Ding Zhanyun gave a soft laugh, her dimples deepening as she said,
"What is there to agree or disagree with? It is all in the past, after all. My Brother Zhao is magnanimous, immensely talented and farsighted, broad-minded and open-hearted. He would never hold any prejudice against Dragon City. I can guarantee that. Sister-in-law, just rest assured."
Just as Qin Siqing was wondering whether Ding Zhanyun's words were merely polite pleasantries, a clear, crisp voice rang out from beyond the door.
"Oh? Zhanyun, you say Meng Zhao is magnanimous and broad-minded, but why have I heard in the Jianghu Martial Arts World that he is ruthless by nature, savage and overbearing, and holds himself in far too high regard? Could it be that you returned to the manor today specifically to sing his praises?"
A young woman of exceptional beauty entered the room along with the voice.
Her dark brows curved delicately, her small lips were rosy, and her almond eyes carried a touch of soul-stealing allure. Her looks were utterly stunning, while her snow-white, delicate skin made her seem like a porcelain jade doll. She was, without question, a peerless beauty.
Her figure was tall and outstanding as well, full in all the right places. Though she lacked the charm of a mature woman, she was undeniably richly endowed, possessing a sense of maturity absent from ordinary inexperienced girls.
This woman was Ding Zhanyun's sister, the daughter of the Ding Family Patriarch, Ding Yuqin—one of the ten great beauties of Lingwu City. Today, she arrived in flowing yellow robes, a simple pink hair ornament lending her several traces of a young girl's playful sweetness. A faint fragrance lingered about her.
The moment she appeared, the previously somewhat lively room