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 wisp of pale yellow candlelight illuminated the entire carriage. The interior space was not large, accommodating only four or five people. At this moment, three people were huddled together inside: two older women and a baby still in swaddling clothes.,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。