"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, his voice so weak he sounded as though he could die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was entirely implicated because of him, and if things kept going this way, the two of them were certainly doomed.
Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off at court, so they had resorted to dirty tricks and heavy blows in the army camp, driving him relentlessly toward the grave.
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