Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off in the imperial court, so they resorted to underhanded blows and sneak attacks in the military camp, pushing him relentlessly toward his doom.
Yet Qin Hu was by no means a man to sit back and await his execution. This was a blatant frame-up, and he was not about to let it rest.
Life was, after all, an endless struggle for survival. Just you wait: not only would he survive, but he would fight his way back to the Capital and settle accounts with every last one of them.
Chapter 487