Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was entirely implicated by him, and if things continued down this path, 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 army camp, driving him toward his doom.
Yet Qin Hu was by no means a man to sit back and await death. This was a blatant frame-up, and he would not let it rest.
Chapter 958