This year, the State of Wei, severely wounded by the Battle of Yi Que, was still struggling to survive and had no strength to oppose the State of Qin or regain its former dominance as during the reign of Duke Wen of Wei.,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.,With a pair of clear, black and white eyes, she looked around curiously. Listening to her mother and maidservant's conversation, her little heart couldn't help but skip a beat—was she really going to Zhao country with her mother。