Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was purely suffering because of him, and if things continued on this path, they would undoubtedly meet their deaths. Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they had resorted to dirty tricks and brute force in the army, determined to grind him into the dust.
However, Qin Hu was not a man to sit and wait for death. This was clearly a frame-up, and he was not going to let it slide. Life had always been an endless struggle for survival; just wait—not only would he survive, but he would also fight his way back to the Capital to settle the score.
"Qin An, how much silver did we bring when we left?"
Chapter 547