"Cough, cough. Young Marquis, do you think we will make it back alive?" Qin An was curled up on the snowy ground. His lips and face were blue, and his voice was so weak he sounded as if he might die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was suffering purely because of him, and if things continued this way, they were certainly doomed. Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off at court, so they were now taking shots at him in the army, beating him down in the dark to ensure his demise.
But Qin Hu was not a man to sit and wait for death. This was clearly a setup, and he wouldn't let it slide. Life had always been an endless struggle for survival. He thought, "Just you wait. I won't just survive this; I will fight my way back to the capital and settle the score with all of you."
Chapter 939