Qin An was curled up on the snowy ground, his lips and face a deathly shade of blue. His voice was faint and listless, as if he might expire at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was purely a casualty of being caught up in his own misfortunes, and if things continued on this path, they were both certainly doomed. Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off at court, so they were now resorting to underhanded tactics and brute force within the army to hound him to his grave.
Yet, Qin Hu was not a man to sit and wait for death. This was clearly a setup, and he would not let it slide. Life had always been an endless struggle for survival. Just wait—he would not only survive this, but he would also fight his way back to the Capital to settle the score.
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