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.,According to her words, it seemed like a plain-clothed girl was speaking. Qin and Zhao had just fought, and rumors said that many Zhao people were killed. If they went to Zhao, wouldn't they be walking into a tiger's den,In the blink of an eye, just as nightfall descended completely, and as the carriages rumbled into the barren lands of Shangdang, a series of piercing air-splitting sounds reverberated through the void. Followed by heart-wrenching screams, the clash of weapons echoed incessantly.。