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.,"If what my mother said is true, I'd probably be killed by angry Zhao people as soon as I enter Zhao.","Aren't transmigrators always supposed to have golden fingers How is it that they die right after transmigrating"。