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.,"Woooooo... , woooooo..., how could they bear to send my son and I to Zhao Isn't this sending us to our deaths With the previous king gone, my status is low, and Zi Qing is still young. Where is the qualification for us to become hostages!",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.。