Qin Hu's entire body was curled up on the snow, his lips and face turned blue, and his voice was so faint as if he were on the verge of death.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was suffering purely because of him, and if things kept going this way, both of them were bound to die.
Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off at court, so they had resorted to dirty tricks and heavy blows in the army, pushing him relentlessly toward the grave.
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