"Ahem, young Marquis, do you think we'll make it back alive?" Qin An curled his entire body against the snow. His lips and face were bluish-white, and his voice was so weak it seemed he might die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An's predicament was entirely a result of being implicated by him, and if things continued down this path, the two of them were undoubtedly dead.
Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off at court, so they had resorted to underhanded tactics and sucker punches in the military camp, driving him relentlessly toward his doom.
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