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.,Thinking this way, although the young girl doesn't understand the complexities of the world, she can still vaguely foresee their future hardships in Zhao. Her words are filled with sadness, and her expression is sorrowful. With the new king ascending the throne, why must the young master become a hostage,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。