"Cough, cough. Young Marquis, do you think we’ll ever make it back alive?" Qin An was curled up on the snow, his lips and face tinged with a deathly blue. He spoke with such lethargy that it seemed as if he might expire at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was being dragged down entirely because of him, and if things continued on this path, they were both certainly doomed. Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they had resorted to dirty tricks and ambushes here in the military camp, determined to see him suffer a wretched end.
But Qin Hu was no one to sit idly and await his fate. This was a blatant frame-up, and he wouldn’t let it go unpunished. Life was, after all, an endless struggle for survival. Just wait—he would not only survive, but he would also fight his way back to the Capital to settle the score with all of them.
Chapter 697