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.,As soon as these words were spoken, the already heartbroken woman felt a surge of despair. She clutched her son tightly in her arms, tears streaming down her face once again.,However, for some reason, he later came to this world as a baby. After going through all sorts of hardships, he finally understood his current identity. The moment he knew his identity, Zhou Qing was incredibly excited.。