Before Qin Siqing could say anything, Ding Zhanyun immediately lifted her swan-white neck, shot Ding Yuqin a glare, and said,
"Dragon City is merely a commoner with no post in the Imperial Court. Even if he helps relieve the disaster victims, it is no more than a cup of water against a cartload of firewood.
"In my view, Yuqin, if you truly care about those people suffering from hunger and cold, if you want them to live better lives and give them hope for the future, then you must rely on my Brother Zhao.
"Cousin-in-law, Brother Zhao is now General Yangwu. He oversees all military affairs within our city and is also in charge of certain disaster relief efforts. He is familiar with the County King's Heir as well. If you are willing, why not teach those things to Brother Zhao? If he takes action, results will surely be seen in the shortest time possible, preserving some of Lingwu City's vital strength!"
Well, the women nearby had thought Qin Siqing had suppressed the two of them and there would be no show to watch. Who could have expected them to clash again? And it seemed they were both plotting for Qin Siqing's inherited secret art. No one knew what the final outcome would be.
Emotionally speaking, Qin Siqing and Ding Yuqin should have had the better, closer relationship. But realistically, if it was truly for the sake of the people, handing it to Meng Zhao undoubtedly made more sense.
There was no helping it. In outsiders' eyes, Dragon City was a lone man with no family or support. Even if he had some ability now, he was only borrowing the Ding Family's light. The Secret Classic of Heavenly Crafts in his hands would be like casting a pearl into darkness.