Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they resorted to underhanded blows and back-alley tactics in the military camp, determined to hound him to the grave.
Yet Qin Hu was by no means a man to sit back and await his doom. This was a blatant frame-up, and he would not let the matter rest.
Life was, after all, an endless struggle for survival. Just wait—not only would he survive, but he would fight his way back to the Capital and settle scores with every last one of them.
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