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,Zhou Qing felt very unhappy. About death, she wasn't really afraid, after all, she was capable of being reborn in this world. It was worth it. But dying without value was too frustrating.,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.。