"Ahem, Young Marquis, do you think we'll make it back alive?" Qin An curled his entire body against the snow, his lips and face bruised with cold, his voice weak and breathless as if he might die at any second.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was entirely implicated because of him, and if things kept going this way, the two of them were dead for sure.
Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they were resorting to underhanded tricks and sucker punches in the military camp, driving him relentlessly toward his grave.
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