Qin dynasty novelist

In the whole warm carriage, a candlelight flickered, and the weeping of two women sounded incessantly. However, it seemed that no matter how mournful or tragic their cries were, they didn't seem to affect the baby in the lady's arms at all.,With a pair of clear, black and white eyes, she looked around curiously. Listening to her mother and maidservant's conversation, her little heart couldn't help but skip a beat—was she really going to Zhao country with her mother,"If what my mother said is true, I'd probably be killed by angry Zhao people as soon as I enter Zhao."。