Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off at court, so they resorted to underhanded blows and back-alley tactics in the military camp, driving him relentlessly toward the grave.
Yet Qin Hu was by no means a man to sit passively and await his doom. This was a blatant frame-up, and he would not let the matter rest.
Life was, after all, an endless struggle for survival. Just wait—not only would he survive, but he would fight his way back to the Capital City and settle accounts with every last one of them.
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