Ding Zhanyun did not possess Meng Zhao's viciously sharp eye. She only felt that Dragon City's performance today had been less than satisfactory, especially Ding Yuqin's expression afterward—it had been ugly as sin, which made her heart leap with delight.
At the thought of Ding Yuqin, Ding Zhanyun's eyes lit up. Her fair little hand tugged at Meng Zhao, and after glancing around to make sure no one was nearby apart from a few servants cleaning the distant corridor, she lowered her voice.
"Brother Zhao, what do you think of Ding Yuqin today?"
Meng Zhao had originally been wholly focused on the Secret Classic of Heavenly Crafts. Seeing Ding Zhanyun's cautious appearance, his heart stirred, and he smiled.
"She's alright. She's pretty enough, but her temper is too fierce, and she isn't particularly clever. Compared with you, my little clever one, she's far inferior."
There was no need to say whether Ding Yuqin was clever or not. The fact that she had been made to suffer before Ding Zhanyun today showed that her methods were certainly not sophisticated. Most of all, she could not keep her composure and was easily provoked into revealing her emotions.
Of course, that was Meng Zhao's view. A man could not charge headlong like some big, stupid brute. He needed some depth, some scheming. If he could be casually toyed with, manipulated, and turned into another's chess piece, then he was truly incapable.
Women, on the other hand, did not need any of that. As long as their character was good and they were beautiful enough, that was sufficient.
At his praise, Ding Zhanyun's heart turned sweet. Seeing that no one was watching, she gave him a smacking kiss, sweet as honey.
"Hehe, at least you know what's good and what's bad, Brother Zhao. I