Qin dynasty novelist

As evening fell, a somewhat luxurious carriage set off from Xianyang City, escorted by a troop of thirty heavily armored cavalry. It headed northeast along the wide, smooth road, galloping incessantly towards Zhao State.,"Aren't transmigrators always supposed to have golden fingers How is it that they die right after transmigrating","My poor Qing'er, you haven't even weaned yet, and now you must go to meet our ancestors with me!"。