"Qin An's entire body was curled up on the snow, his lips and face turned cyan, and his voice was so weak that he seemed on the verge of death at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was suffering purely because of him, and if things continued down this path, the two of them would undoubtedly die.
Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they were now resorting to underhanded tricks and sucker punches in the military camp, pushing him relentlessly toward the grave.
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