"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 bluish-white, his voice so weak it seemed he might die at any second.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was entirely implicated because of him, and if things kept going this way, the two of them were bound to die.
Those who wanted him dead hadn't managed to finish him off at court, so they had resorted to dirty tricks and heavy blows in the army camp, driving him relentlessly toward his doom.
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