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.,A noble and handsome figure, with features that were once admired, now wore the marks of tears. Recalling the imperial decree received from the Xianyang Palace, he was filled with sorrow. His whimpers echoed endlessly, revealing his helplessness.,With a pair of clear, black and white eyes, she looked around curiously. Listening to her mother and maidservant's conversation, her little heart couldn't help but skip a beat—was she really going to Zhao country with her mother。