"No more banknotes. All I have on me is twenty taels of silver. The imperial decree states that we are exiled as convicts and our family property has been confiscated."
Qin Hu was only sixteen years old and served as Qin Hu's personal page. He was very frail, already worn down to the point where he looked as though he had only one breath left in him.
In truth, Qin Hu was in no better shape. For the past few days, the vanguard camp had been marching thirty miles daily, assigned to tasks like carving paths through mountains, building bridges over rivers, gathering firewood, digging trenches, fetching water, and erecting encampments.
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