"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 tinged with blue, his voice so weak it seemed 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 certain to die.
Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they were now stabbing him in the back and playing dirty in the military camp, driving him relentlessly toward his grave.
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