The pavilion was surrounded by onlookers, and the woman was dressed extravagantly and had an overpowering presence; she obviously came from a notable background.
In front of her, there was a large number of guards and old maids, and the tall guard at the very front was very familiar. Lu Tong remembered that yesterday, as she and Yin Zheng were going up the mountain, they had been squeezed to the side by a luxurious carriage at the temple gate that took the lead. The coachman of the carriage was arrogant and insolent, shouting at them from the front, and the guard she saw now was the same person.
The woman before her must surely be the owner of that carriage.
