"Ahem... Young Marquess, do you think we'll make it back alive?" Qin An curled his entire body against the snow, his lips and face bruised with cold, speaking so weakly that he seemed on the verge of death at any second.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was suffering purely 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 had resorted to dirty tricks and heavy blows in the army camp, determined to drive him to the grave.
Chapter 697