Song Ci wanted to leave something behind in this era of the Great Qing, and now she had thought of it—establishing a school.
"What, a charitable school?" Nanny Gong looked at her utterly confused.
Song Ci smiled and said, "It's just a charitable school."
Nanny Gong: "..."
Alright then, a charitable school, she understood that. Generally speaking, the old Madam seems to be feeling a bit bored and is playing around with silver.
"Are you serious about this? You do know it's not easy to run a charitable school."
Song Ci blinked and said, "Who am I?"
Nanny Gong paused, here we go again?
"I'm the Grand Madam of your house, a first-rank Imperial Decree holder. If I say I want to establish a charitable school, isn't it just a matter of a few words?" Song Ci said proudly, "Don't you know what it means when the upper mouth says it and the lower legs work tirelessly?"
Nanny Gong: "..."
Got it, the old Madam is going to fully utilize her noble status!
