The door of an ordinary carriage by the roadside suddenly opened.
The female driver immediately jumped down from the carriage shaft, lowered her head, and extended her hand.
A hand slowly reached out, steadily resting on the back of the female driver's hand.
It was clearly a woman's hand, yet it was different from the delicate and soft hands of ordinary women; it was distinct in the joints, slender and dry, with a palm slightly wider, and calluses could be seen on the knuckles.
These hands were not exactly beautiful, but they were very powerful.
A tall woman, wearing a veil and dressed in riding attire, emerged from the carriage and, with the help of the female driver, stepped down from the wooden ladder.
Just standing in front of the carriage, she exuded an irresistible aura of authority. Behind the long-hanging veil, her features were hidden, but from her voice, it could be guessed she was about thirty-five or thirty-six.
