Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was only in this predicament because of him, and if things continued on this path, death was inevitable for them both.
Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they were now resorting to cold-blooded, underhanded tactics in the military camp, determined to drive him to his grave.
But Qin Hu was not a man to sit and wait for death. This was a blatant frame-up, and he would not let it slide.
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