Slowly, a stunned Qiao Lin watched her uncle basically break, and immediately she hung her head in regret of asking the question she posed. "I...I am...severely sorry, Uncle..." she stammered quietly, unable to look at him out of shame, as well as fear for losing her own will by making eye contact with him while he was weak. But she moved closer to his seat and put her arms around him in an attempt to comfort him. "Uncle," she began, "I do not know what I could possibly say to dispell your guilt over the turn of events. Surely you were aware of such risk to the Master's life from the beginning. But I have a feeling there may still hope for him, even if it may be slim at this time."Cao Chao wrote:"The army under His Highness' command and that under Wang Li were virtually annihilated before these walls by the former Treasury official, Zhang Han . . ." stated Meng Tian angrily. He paused and closed his eyes. He took a seat and sighed, rubbing his forehead. "The King has been captured before the walls of Xianyang, along with several of our officers. We have managed to ransom a few of them back, but His Highness will die . . ." said the Supreme Commander bluntly.
"I have failed," he lamented, shaking his head with a combination of exhaustion and depression. "I was not there when the King led his army back to defend Xianyang. In the impetuosity of youth, His Highness rashly led his army to face off against Zhang Han and was brutally defeated. With his eventual death, the last best hope for the Qin will have passed . . . Who is there to succeed him? Prince Jianglu? He is pathetic . . . Prince Ziying? No one knows where he is . . . What can I do!?!" Tears welled in his eyes, as the Supreme Commander wept.
She paused. "However, you cannot and you must not dispair. The rest of the land is watching for your moves, even moreso now that the Prince has been captured. You must gather your resources and formulate a plan of action to counter what has been done, in the best way possible and without much more casualty or error." Here, she found the courage to look at him, resting her hands over his and bowing her head. "I do not have the best idea for this plan, but I am inclined to think straightly for the best possible outcome. I have trained myself to be as strong and cunning as I can be. Which is why, dear Uncle, I have left the service of my best friend, the failed ruler of Shangdang," and she said the word 'failed' with noticeable distaste, "to come to your aid...if you shall accept me."