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