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.,In the blink of an eye, just as nightfall descended completely, and as the carriages rumbled into the barren lands of Shangdang, a series of piercing air-splitting sounds reverberated through the void. Followed by heart-wrenching screams, the clash of weapons echoed incessantly.,Through the carriage window, lifting the curtain, the crimson killing intent of the outside world was revealed. The figures ignored each other, with limbs strewn across the ground and a bloody stench pervading the air. A number of black figures quickly strangled the squad of heavily armored cavalry guarding the carriage.。