A story stretching from ancient times to the present was neatly summarized in moments. There had been no preamble, and it came rather abruptly.
The mountain wind kept them company, while the grass below rippled like waves.
Wu Jinliang listened carefully and thought it over. When she finished, he could not help grinning and chuckling.
When he and Shi Chun had first arrived in Dazhi City and realized there was more to Bai Qiru's expulsion from her family, they had discussed it. Even then, they had felt something was wrong with Bai Qiru taking Huang Yingying into her household.
They had considered everything about Huang Yingying at the time.
Yet no matter how they looked at him, they could find nothing that warranted such effort from the Bai Clan. His only shining quality, they had concluded, was his formidable ancestor.
They had suspected then that the Bai Clan's efforts might have something to do with that impressive ancestor of Huang Yingying's.
Now, sure enough, they had been right.
Their prediction had truly hit the mark. It really did have to do with Jin Zhan.
Only it differed from their understanding. The Bai Clan was not seeking something, but repaying a debt of gratitude.
Repaying a debt of gratitude? Still chuckling, Wu Jinliang picked at the corner of his mouth.
As it happened, he had entertained that very fanciful suspicion back then: perhaps the Bai Clan had received some kindness from Huang Yingying's ancestors and was trying to repay it.
Chuntian had immediately rejected it with the suspicions of a petty man. He had said he did not believe gratitude from antiquity could endure so long, though people might well keep coveting some benefit all that time.
Well, now Granny Qi had slapped that debt of gratitude right in his face.