Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off at court, so they resorted to underhanded blows and ambushes in the military camp, driving him relentlessly toward his grave.
Yet Qin Hu was never one to sit back and await death. This was a blatant frame-up, and he had no intention of letting it rest.
Life was, after all, an endless struggle for survival. Just wait; not only would he survive, but he would also fight his way back to the capital and settle accounts with every single one of them.
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