Under the brilliant moonlight, a harsh, whistling north wind swept across the empty wilderness. It caused a few torches to flicker between bright and dim, while biting like countless flying knives against human skin.
"This won't do, Young Marquis. We'll be executed by military law."
Qin Hu and Qin An huddled against the wind, running out from the camp and treading through the deep, heavy snow.
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