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.,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,"My poor Qing'er, you haven't even weaned yet, and now you must go to meet our ancestors with me!"。