Qin An curled his entire body up on the snow-covered ground, his lips and face turned blue, and his voice was so weak that he seemed as though he might die at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was entirely implicated by him, and if things continued to progress down this path, the two of them were bound to die without a doubt.
Those who wanted him dead had failed to finish him off at court, so they were now resorting to underhanded tricks and heavy blows in the military camp, driving him relentlessly toward his death.
Chapter 797