Under the bright moonlight, a harsh, whistling north wind swept across the open wilderness. It flickered the few torches, making them burn uncertainly, and cut against people's skin like countless flying blades.
"This won't do, Young Master, we'll be punished by military law."
Qin Hu and Qin An huddled their necks in, braving the wind as they ran out from the camp, stepping forward through the thick snow.
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