Nanny Gong watched as the sky gradually brightened and heard a creak behind her. She turned around to see Song Ci walking out, gripping the door frame with a stern face.
"Madam?" She stepped forward to support her.
Song Ci squeezed her hand and said, "Let's go back, have breakfast, I'm hungry."
Nanny Gong paused for a moment, then smiled and agreed.
Back at Chunhui Hall, breakfast was already laid on the table, a rather plain morning meal. The porridge was nutritious millet porridge, and Song Ci ate while deep in thought.
"Go ask the Madam to make arrangements, I want to go to Songshan Temple to offer incense. Oh, and see if Lin Qing wants to go too?"
Nanny Gong was a bit surprised, "Going now?"
"Yes, we'll leave right after breakfast, prepare a bit. If it gets too late, we'll stay overnight at the manor," Song Ci replied.
This sudden decision didn't trouble anyone; after all, she was the old ancestor.
