Qin An was curled up on the snowy ground, his lips and face turned blue, his voice so faint it seemed he might die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was only in this predicament because of him, and if things continued on this path, they were certain to die. Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they had resorted to dirty tricks and brute force in the army, determined to do him in.
But Qin Hu was not the type to sit and wait for death. This was a clear case of being framed, and he would not let it slide. Life was an endless struggle for survival; he would just have to wait and see. He would not only survive, but he would also fight his way back to the Capital to settle the score with them.
Chapter 535