Qin An's entire body was curled up on the snow. His lips and face were bluish, and his voice was so faint that it seemed he could die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was purely suffering as a result of being implicated by him, and if things continued to develop this way, the two of them would undoubtedly die.
Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they were now stabbing him in the back and playing dirty tricks in the military camp, pushing him toward a dead end.
Chapter 992