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.,Zhou Qing felt very unhappy. About death, she wasn't really afraid, after all, she was capable of being reborn in this world. It was worth it. But dying without value was too frustrating.。