"Grand General of the Zhao State, Zhao Wuji, pays his respects to His Highness, Prince of Shicheng Hua Tianxiong of the Qin State!" With that, Zhao Wuji vaulted from his horse and strode through the air, appearing before Hua Tianxiong in the blink of an eye. He circled the young prince, examining him closely and muttering a few words to himself. Without another syllable, he took Hua Tianxiong by the hand and led him toward the central command tent of the Zhao army.
Before entering, Zhao Wuji instructed his personal guards that no one was to disturb them unless the Xiongnu launched an attack. Once inside, he pulled Hua Tianxiong into a tight embrace and said, his voice choking with emotion, "Tianxiong, my child, your uncle has let you suffer. My poor sister! From now on, you are not to return to the Qin State. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe."
Hua Tianxiong could no longer hold back. Tears streamed down his face. Since the death of his mother, Consort Duan, he had never wept in front of anyone. It was not that he felt no pain, but that he had buried it deep within, wishing for no one to know.
Chapter 112