Ding Zhanyun could overlook Ding Yuqin's hostility toward her, but she could not possibly stand by and let her pry away all the benefits in Qin Siqing's hands. Not only would she herself refuse to accept that, Meng Zhao would not sit idly by either.
During their tender moments in the carriage, Meng Zhao had already told her some things about Dragon City. He was an opponent, an enemy—someone who could be kept within sight and watched closely, but never allowed to gain any benefits.
Thus, the moment she saw Ding Yuqin asking Qin Siqing for the Secret Classic of Heavenly Crafts, she immediately jumped out to object without even blinking.
The Secret Classic of Heavenly Crafts could either be passed on to no one, or only to Meng Zhao. That was Ding Zhanyun's bottom line.
Ding Yuqin had originally stopped paying attention to Ding Zhanyun, who had been hopping about so merrily before her. Mainly because she could not gain the upper hand and was suppressed at every turn. Now that she was being obstructed, she widened her eyes and launched into another barrage...
Listening to the two women accuse and needle each other, Qin Siqing inexplicably began to miss her somewhat chilly little courtyard. It had been less lively and bustling, but it had also been far more peaceful and tranquil. How was it like now, with merely two women—blood sisters at that—quarreling together, while it felt as though hundreds of ducks were quacking beside her ears?
"Enough, that's enough. The two of you, stop talking nonsense. The Qin Family's Secret Classic of Heavenly Crafts is an untransmitted secret of my clan. Even if it was brought to the Ding Family as part of my dowry, it still belongs to me. Are you two quarreling like this because