Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was only in this state because he had been dragged down by him, and if things continued on this path, both of them would surely die. Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they were now resorting to cold-blooded, backhanded tactics in the military camp to drive him to his grave.
But Qin Hu was not the type to sit idly by and wait for death. This was clearly a setup, and he would not let it slide. Life was inherently a ceaseless struggle for survival. Just wait—he would not only survive, he would fight his way back to the capital and settle scores with them all.
"Qin An, how many silver banknotes did we bring when we left?"
Chapter 998