Qin An curled up entirely on the snow-covered ground, his lips and face turned blue, his voice weak and breathless, as if he might die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An's suffering was entirely due to being implicated by him, and if things continued down this path, 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 resorting to underhanded tricks and ambush beats in the military camp, driving him relentlessly toward his grave.
Chapter 555