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,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。