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.,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.,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。