Qin An's entire body was curled up on the snow, his lips and face turned blue, and his voice was so weak that he seemed on the verge of death.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was entirely implicated by him, and if things continued to develop this way, the two of them would undoubtedly die.
Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off in the imperial court, so now they were stabbing him in the back and playing dirty tricks in the military camp, driving him relentlessly toward his grave.Yet Qin Hu was by no means a man to sit and wait for death. This was clearly a frame-up, and he would not let it go.
Chapter 883