Meanwhile, the goal of Li Qin's two-thousand-strong army was the Dayu Dynasty's long-standing border rival, the Liaodong Kingdom.
"Cough, cough! My young marquis, do you think we'll make it back alive?" Qin An curled his entire body against the snow, his lips and face turning pale blue. He spoke with a faint, lifeless voice, as if he might die at any second.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was suffering purely because he was implicated by him, and if things kept going this way, the two of them were undoubtedly doomed.
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