Qin An curled up on the snow-covered ground, his lips and face turned a deathly blue. His voice was faint and labored, as if he were on the verge of expiring.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was suffering purely because of him, and if things continued on this path, their deaths were inevitable. Those who wanted him gone had failed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they had turned to dirty tricks and brute force in the army, determined to break him.
Yet, Qin Hu was not one to wait for death. This was a clear setup, and he would not let it slide. Life had always been an endless struggle for survival; he would just have to wait and see. He would not only survive, but he would also fight his way back to the Capital City to settle the score.
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