"Woooooo... , woooooo..., how could they bear to send my son and I to Zhao Isn't this sending us to our deaths With the previous king gone, my status is low, and Zi Qing is still young. Where is the qualification for us to become hostages!",Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,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。