Qin An curled his entire body up on the snow-covered ground, his lips and face turned blue, speaking in a weak, breathless voice as if he might die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was entirely implicated because of him, and if things continued down this path, the two of them were undoubtedly doomed to die.
Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they resorted to underhanded blows and dirty tricks in the military camp, driving him relentlessly toward his grave.
Chapter 873