Qin An was curled up tightly in the snow, his lips and face turned blue. He spoke in a feeble voice, as if he were on the verge of death.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was suffering purely because of him, and if things continued on this path, the two of them would undoubtedly die.
Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off at court, so they had resorted to underhanded blows and dirty tricks in the military camp, pushing him toward an absolute grave.
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