Ding Zhanyun saw Ding Yuqin hemming and hawing, unable to say anything. It was obvious she was tempted but dared not show it, and Ding Zhanyun could not help curling her lips.
Just as she had said before, if Ding Yuqin had not been clever enough to preserve her maidenly innocence, then even as someone close to Dragon City, this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity would not have fallen to her.
As for how she had discerned Ding Yuqin's current condition, she had specifically sought instruction from an experienced old matron at the Meng Family estate. She could not have been wrong.
Meng Zhao was her man. Everything about him was first-rate, and he would never wrong himself. Setting aside his feelings, he would absolutely never take on a woman Dragon City had used—not physically, at least. She herself could not accept it.
"Enough. Just looking at you, I can tell you're tempted again, yet constrained by pride and too afraid to admit it. What a hypocrite. But let me tell you, this opportunity comes once in a thousand years. Once you pass this village, there won't be another inn. You'd better think it through carefully.
"Though we sisters don't get along, we still understand each other somewhat. I know exactly what kind of person you are, which is why I came to you. Don't wait until you regret it before coming to beg me!"
Ding Yuqin felt even more torn. Every word from this sharp-tongued younger sister was like a heavy hammer, ruthlessly pounding against her heart and stirring her beyond measure.
"Why are you doing this? What benefit is there for you?"
Rather than rejecting her outright, Ding Yuqin asked this question. Her inner thoughts had already revealed themselves.
"It's simple—for favor. As they say, brothers fight tigers side by side,