"Cough, cough, Young Marquis, do you think we'll make it back alive?" Qin An curled his entire body against the snow, his lips and face turned blue, speaking in a breathy, feeble whisper as if he could 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 now playing dirty in the military camp, swinging heavy blows behind his back to push him straight to his grave.
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