Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was entirely implicated by him, and if things continued to develop this way, 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 stabbing him in the back and playing dirty in the military camp, driving him toward a dead end.
Yet Qin Hu was by no means a man to sit back and wait for death. This was a blatant frame-up, and he would not let it go.
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