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.,Two days' time had left the two women in the carriage utterly hopeless about the future. Their tears had run dry in these two days, their sobs unceasing, only hoping that their children would suffer a little less hardship in Zhao Country, and only hoping that their own children could survive.,"My poor Qing'er, you haven't even weaned yet, and now you must go to meet our ancestors with me!"。