Shen Qing's question was, in truth, a bit unnecessary. While women from common families might not know how to write or paint, those from wealthy households had no shortage of money. From a young age, they would have tutors hired to teach them various arts. They might not learn about governing a state and bringing peace to the world like men, but they were expected to be proficient in the basics of the zither, Go, calligraphy, and painting.
Sima Yu didn't know why Shen Qing was asking. She subconsciously nodded and said, "Of course. Father has doted on me since I was little. He taught me my first lessons himself, and later hired a dedicated tutor to instruct me."
Shen Qing nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent. I'm planning to establish an academy in Xizhou, and you could perhaps assist me."
Sima Yu's eyes widened slightly. "An academy? Madam... are you serious? I don't think I'm capable enough to help you."
"Don't sell yourself short. If I say you're capable, then you are."
