In the end, Ding Yuqin accepted the earrings Meng Zhao gave her and showed a fitting measure of sincerity.
And her sincerity was, in truth, her own body. It could be said that aside from the final step, she had given Meng Zhao everything she could.
Compared with the push-and-pull and concealment of her time with Dragon City, it was the difference between heaven and earth.
Ding Yuqin was also a woman of some resolve. She knew that if she missed a man like Meng Zhao once, she might never encounter another in this lifetime. Thus, she had to clutch him tightly in her hand and never let go. She had also come to believe that Meng Zhao was the man best suited for her.
Were she not worried that Dragon City might notice some clue, even if Meng Zhao wanted Ding Yuqin's body, it would not have been difficult. She could not resist him.
At this point, Meng Zhao had more or less completed his initial arrangements for the restless elements within Lingwu City. All he needed was to quietly build up his strength and wait for the right moment. Then he could shine brilliantly, letting the world know the might of the Yangwu Army and the name Meng Zhao!
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, more than ten days had passed. Everything proceeded step by step, in orderly fashion.
Yet beneath the surface of Lingwu City, ripples had begun to stir, and turbulent undercurrents were forming.
That day, in a small courtyard within the Ding Family estate, beneath the vast crown of a Heartlink Tree.
Ding Yuqin wore a snow-white dress and jade-green earrings, dressed splendidly. Carrying a wooden box, she set it atop a broad stone table.
Basking in the crisp breeze and