Qin dynasty novelist

A wisp of pale yellow candlelight illuminated the entire carriage. The interior space was not large, accommodating only four or five people. At this moment, three people were huddled together inside: two older women and a baby still in swaddling clothes.,"If what my mother said is true, I'd probably be killed by angry Zhao people as soon as I enter Zhao.","My poor Qing'er, you haven't even weaned yet, and now you must go to meet our ancestors with me!"。