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.,"My poor Qing'er, you haven't even weaned yet, and now you must go to meet our ancestors with me!"。