Qin An lay curled up in a ball on the snow, his lips and face turned blue. He spoke in a voice so faint it seemed he might die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was entirely suffering because of him, and if things continued down this path, the two of them would undoubtedly die.
Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they were now resorting to underhanded tricks and sucker punches in the military camp, driving him relentlessly toward his grave.
Chapter 902