Qing Dai was curious about the son-in-law's past, but even an investigation needed limits.
Knowing his circumstances would be enough.
After delivering the pastries, Qing Dai withdrew.
Then she began using her own means to investigate.
Fortunately, she had made some arrangements when she came out.
Otherwise, she would have had to go through the clan to learn anything.
Too much trouble.
Though these means could not decide anything, they were enough to look into the son-in-law's circumstances.
That evening.
Qing Dai received enough information.
The more she read, the more alarmed she became.
Was this how the son-in-law had grown up?
How could someone like this have achieved so much?
Afterward, she showed the information to her young lady.
Meng Qiewei glanced at Jiang Man, who was immersed in formation arts, before beginning to read.
There was little information about the village; most concerned his time at the Cloudfront Office.
But the village was described as a barren place, where he had worked day and night from the age of seven just to get a piece of dry food, with a little extra on occasion.
After entering the Cloudfront Office, he had cleaned the stable every day, yet could still barely fill his stomach.
He never had enough to eat.
The account was simple, without any particular elaboration.
Yet how could someone like this have come so far?
For a moment, Qing Dai felt it made perfect sense that the son-in-law knew nothing about formation arts.
With life already so difficult, how could he have studied them?
He simply had not had the means.
Not only that, she profoundly understood just how much weight his first-place finish carried.
Under such conditions, anyone else would have been utterly unable to stand out.
Sensing that night was falling, Jiang Man closed