At the foot of the mountain near Yuchen Palace, there was a sparsely inhabited town.
Lu Sheng led his black horse and sauntered past the town's memorial arch. The guards glanced at him. When they saw his outfit, they decided that he must have been someone special, and let him pass without an inspection. They continued chatting away lazily.
Lu Sheng walked around the town. Before he knew it, he was holding 70 to 80 kebabs and a dozen pork buns in his hands. After emptying two barrels of rice at a stall, he kept munching at the snacks in his hands as he asked around about his mother Tang Qingqing's whereabouts.
"Taiyi Path's Hequan Set?"
Lu Sheng was standing before a glutinous rice cakes stall. As he ate the cakes, he listened to the stall owner telling him what he knew.
The owner was a young and handsome man. He turned the glutinous rice cakes on a pan with familiar movements.