Just as he was puzzled, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a woman in a plain dress stepped down, accompanied by a maid with a bun hairstyle.

"Miss Zhao?"

Lin Heng instinctively asked.

The visitor was indeed Zhao Wanqing. The last time they met in Zigu Valley, she had a veil on her head, and since it was getting dark, he hadn't looked closely.