186 Matron

The old lady who stepped into Weiyang Hall was attired in plain garb made of cheap fabric that had already faded from countless washings; a servant's fare. Still, they were kept spotless just like her hair, which was pulled back into a tight bun with not a strand out of place. She was a sharp contrast to the opulence of the imperial city, her status so lowly that no official worth his salt would have paid her any mind should they have crossed her path out in the streets.

Today, however, all eyes fell upon her as she made her way up the aisle to present herself before the throne with unerring dignity.