"Ahem, Young Marquis, do you think we can still make it back alive?" Qin An curled his entire body against the snow, his lips and face tinged with blue, his voice so weak he seemed on the verge of death at any moment.
Qin Hu sighed inwardly. Qin An was solely implicated because of him, and if things continued down this path, both 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-handed ambushes in the military camp, driving him toward a dead end.
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