The back mountain of Songshan Temple.
Song Zhiyu led a few young nephews down the mountain. It was mealtime, and they were all hungry.
"Fourth Uncle, the scenery of Songshan Temple is not bad, and it's quite cool here. No wonder the incense is so thriving," said Song Lingzhou. "I wonder how it compares to that Imperial Temple?"
Song Zhiyu replied, "It's a matter of opinion. Songshan Temple attracts more common folk, so the incense is prosperous. The Imperial Temple, however, sees more high-ranking officials and nobles, with fewer commoners."
Commoners always hold reverence for nobles—they cannot afford to offend them.
"But I've seen many nobles at Songshan Temple too, like today. Isn't it said that the Old Madam from the Prime Minister's Mansion also came?"
