Qin An's entire body was curled up on the snow, his lips and face turned blue, and his voice was so weak as to be almost imperceptible, as if he might die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was entirely implicated by him, and if things continued down this path, the two of them would undoubtedly die.
Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off in the imperial court, so now they were resorting to underhanded blows and dirty tricks in the military camp, pushing him toward certain death.
Chapter 873