Qin dynasty novelist

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,It seemed that the woman could feel her son trembling in her arms. She held him closer, trying to comfort him with her own warmth. Oh, poor child. Could he really end up like her, dying far from home,As night fell, the day's journey of thousands of miles reached its end. Passing through Shangdang Tunliu territory, the sun in the distance gradually dimmed. On the road, the sound of horses' hooves never ceased, continuing their relentless advance.。