"Ahem, Young Marquis, do you think we'll make it back alive?" Qin An curled his entire body against the snow, his lips and face turned blue, speaking in a faint, exhausted whisper as if he might die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was suffering purely because he was dragged down by him, and if things kept going this way, the two of them were undoubtedly doomed.
Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they were now playing dirty in the military camp, swinging heavy clubs behind his back to drive him to his grave.
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