"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 blue, speaking with a feeble voice as if he were about to die 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 were undoubtedly dead men.
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 from the shadows to push him straight to the grave.
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