This year, the Zhao nation still hadn't recovered from the grief of the Battle of Changping and the Battle of Handan. A good hand had been completely messed up, and from then on, the Zhao nation was no longer able to single-handedly oppose Qin, gradually declining in power.,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.,Two days' time had left the two women in the carriage utterly hopeless about the future. Their tears had run dry in these two days, their sobs unceasing, only hoping that their children would suffer a little less hardship in Zhao Country, and only hoping that their own children could survive.。