Qin dynasty novelist

As evening fell, a somewhat luxurious carriage set off from Xianyang City, escorted by a troop of thirty heavily armored cavalry. It headed northeast along the wide, smooth road, galloping incessantly towards Zhao State.,At this point, Zhou Qing felt a chill run down his spine. His small body involuntarily staggered. He had just arrived in this world and, after figuring out the situation, thought he would become a carefree wastrel who lived off others.,As night fell, the day's journey of thousands of miles reached its end. Passing through Shangdang Tunliu territory, the sun in the distance gradually dimmed. On the road, the sound of horses' hooves never ceased, continuing their relentless advance.。