"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, his voice so weak as if he could die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was purely suffering because of him, and if things kept going this way, the two of them were undoubtedly dead.
Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they were resorting to underhanded methods and dirty tricks in the military camp, trying to grind him down to his grave.
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