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.,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。