Qin An lay curled up on the snow, his lips and face turned blue and his voice weak, as if he were on the verge of death.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was suffering purely because of him, and if things kept going this way, the two of them were bound to die.
Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off at court, so now they were resorting to underhanded tricks and heavy blows in the army, pushing him straight toward the grave.
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