"Cough, cough. Young Marquess, do you think we'll make it back alive?" Qin An curled his entire body against the snow, his lips and face blue. He spoke with a faint, breathy voice, as though he might die at any second.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An's suffering was entirely due to being dragged down by 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 at court, so they were now playing dirty in the army, ambushing him and trying to grind him into the grave.
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